3.4.15 Out on the river on the Sumac were dozens of happy Robins, chowing down on the seed heads, as winter draws to a close

We went by the river today, and out of all the devotees, only one person has tromped up to the top of the hill to gaze along the river, then returned to their car. 

Oh, it's not the safest place to walk, an arroyo with steep shoulders down to a rushing river, beneath all that snow and ice. 

But out on the Sumac were dozens of happy Robins, chowing down on the seed heads, as winter draws to a close, and the bright birds wait til these few warm days melt enough to reveal patches of thawed earth here and there, with worms making their way up to the ground. 

We may not be jumping up and down with excitement at the new snows each night; but the colors of this time of year are really something else.