Tenuous Lure

 By Maryanna Gabriel

The rain is pouring this morning, it is rather glum, but the day dawns earlier and hope is in the air. Yesterday I wandered the property picking up branches and came across a wee mound of promise. Spring is emerging. Was that a robin I heard this morning? 

"Don't tell me that," said my daughter when I shared my find. She lives in Calgary and has a fresh fall of snow. "The twigs are glistening with the ice in the sunlight."

"I have to," I said. Not very charitable of me. Secretly I am hoping she will move west but so far the lure of snowdrops in January has been too tenuous an offering. January may be a slog but it seems change is in the air. I am expecting surprises in 2021.