REALITY: Late Winter Snowfall

A snowy winter, and an unusally cold one.  Yet the birds know that tomorrow’s Spring.  They’re building nests, and all is gone from Jim’s last haircut that I dusted out the back door; I’m sure it has been used as choice soft insulation by the sharp-eyed robin or perhaps the tiny titmouse couple in the hedge.  I wonder what they think, though, when the large white flakes are flying, and the nights are long and cold.