There is a sound for every season. In spring, there is a sound to me that brings both calm and refreshment.
When I hear the stirring of the Red-winged Blackbirds, I feel lightness. Light in the sky, light in the air, light in my heart. It coaxes me out, brings a pause as I watch the dark shadows with bright shoulder patches moving erratically and in sync.
The sweet trilling mixes and mingles with the feeling of dirt in my hands, tiny seeds dropping from my fingers, tiny fingers working alongside me. Then it fades to a gentle background melody.
The melody of freshness, the harmony of learning as a mother, the gentle tune of my spring.