This morning I woke to the cooing sounds of the mourning doves that live in our conifer trees. It was a sound that I had to get used to when I first started noticing it last spring. Today, when I heard them, it was glorious. I was eager to get out of bed and in a great mood.
Just the other day I realized aloud at dinner that they must migrate and maybe they would be back soon. They are back now. I looked into the subject and I found out that they do migrate.
The sights and sounds of spring are a hopeful sign for me at this time of year. We have had a few “warmer” days (like 40 & 50 degrees), but then the wintry cold creeps back. Hopefully soon to follow the doves is warm weather and brighter days.