My Cardinal couple has set up their nesting spot nearby. I know this because the male starts singing at the crack of dawn, actually, before light is a thing. He is the avian version of an opera singer: practice, practice, practice. I also hear him after dark. He is the East Coast version of California’s Mockingbird, except that he does “give it a rest” during my sleeping hours.
On Good Friday evening, I heard my first Cicada of the year. I guess these little critters send out a scout early to make sure humans haven’t blown up the world. Always good to check.
Today is Easter.
Today, for us Christians, is the day we celebrate new beginnings. It is the day we celebrate our risen Messiah, the one who conquered death and gives life after we are done on this Earth.
Don’t get me wrong. I love a chocolate bunny as much as the next guy. But this is a season that seems to be permeated with hope. Perhaps it is because the celebration tends to take place during the day when the children run free, and the alcohol has not started flowing, and gift expectations do not run high. My Cardinal couple seems perfectly happy to start afresh. The little Cicada is, I’m thinking, relieved that the world still exists. And I am grateful for yet another day, another do-over, and the Spring of Hope that my faith brings to me.
Happy Easter To All!
Have a Peep* for me.
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