When I was a child, my mother sang to me about a happy robin coming in the spring.

Though I was happy to see this robin a couple of days ago, I’m not sure the robin was happy about all the melting snow about.

The snow lasted a couple of cold days, but it’s warmer now and the snow is gone except in areas of deep shade.

This is April in Consworld, snow and melt, cold nights and warm bright days, anticipation in every twig and species, and spring fever in me.

I want to photograph the snow showers and melt, the winterbuds unfolding, and the early wildflowers. I want to walk along the creek and around the ponds in the mornings looking for spring birds and landscape views to capture. I don’t want to do any work. I want to play.