Robins

by Iteach

This past week I walked outside to find signs of spring, to be exact I was looking for a robin. In the past ( in my 20's) I always knew it was spring due to the fashion magazines that came in my mailbox. I would anxiously find out the new "color" of the season and what length of skirt to wear. Back then spring also meant new "highlights" put in my hair and new make-up to go with the seasons new "color". Spring was also the time to dream of a new summer romance. Robins were the farthest thing from my mind. In fact I didn't think they were that pretty to get excited about.

In the past I can vaguely remember the veteran teachers in the hallway talk about seeing the first robin and how excited there faces looked. For the life of me I couldn't figure out what was so exciting about seeing a robin. I usually walked right by and did not participate in that conversation. I really didn't think I was the type of girl who cared at all about the signs of spring in nature.

When did it all change and why? Probably a mixture of maturity and new interests. I no longer receive fashion magazines and I have no idea what the new spring color is this season. Finding the first robin and watching the grass turn green really does bring a lot of joy in my life. It puts a smile on my face and skip in my step. I truly enjoy just the simplicity and miracle of it all.

The robin goes to the south in the winter and is the first bird to come back when it is spring in my region (Illinois). They are the first to lay eggs in the spring and the eggs are a pretty shade of blue. Now that my eyes are more wide open I can see the beauty of the robin and the joy it brings to so many.