for this moment to arise

[ihearthings_ii]

We're having our own brand of Snowerload here in Denmark, and although it's stopped actually snowing, there are still huge piles of old snow everywhere. The biting cold lingers too, and just when I thought I'd get through the winter without getting a cold, I've started coughing.

But this morning, as I was puttering about blearily, trying to wake up, I heard the blackbird singing in the tree down in the yard.

I think it's spring.