Hoping for Spring

So, I was driving down the road a few days ago, and a flock of robins flew right in front of my car as I hurtled down the road at 45 MPH. Only the last robin wasn't as fast as the rest of the group and smacked into my windshield and landed on the road, dead I am sure. That was a bit traumatic for me, and my heart sped up and I thought, "Wow, usually the first robin you see means spring is on the way. That wasn't nice at all." 

And then, not many days later the groundhog saw his shadow, unhelpful, there, Phil, and winterpocalypse seems to have descended upon my part of the country. We've had a full week of snow/ice days with kids out of school, and the trees are beautiful diamond ice sculptures, a winter wonderland that is breathtakingly pretty but COLD, and more predicted snow on the horizon. Aside, I don't think I've ever seen anything quite as coldly beautiful as the sun shining on those icy trees with the rainbow colors sparking through the ice prisms on their branches. Didn't so much enjoy the 1/2 inch coating of ice that froze my car doors shut, though. 

All that to say, I think I killed spring.