I saw my first robin of the year on Saturday in Wilmot, New Hampshire. According to New England tradition, March 7 was then my lucky day. And it was. The first robin also means that sugaring season has begun —| It is the first mild day of March: Each minute sweeter than before, The redbreast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. – William Wordsworth (1770–1850) |
What a lovely story. I love robins. Whenever I am in the garden they follow me around and sit on the fork handle or come close to see if I have dug up any worms or grubs for them :)
ReplyDeleteI love seeing the robins. I look for the bluebirds to return for then I know spring is truely here
ReplyDeleteHaven't seen hide nor hair or a redbreast, but we've still to much snow on the ground. I'd love to see the sugaring process one day.
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