There are birds here this morning. Two robin red breasts and  a stellar jay dance on the crust of snow that has not yet realized it is time for her to go. We’ve been waiting on spring over here and I want to stamp that snow into the ground and watch something grow out of it. The icy grip is stubborn though and that crust seems to really love it here.
The birds chatter in the trees I’m sure they are saying “it won’t be long now friends. It won’t be long now!”.

So we wait.

We wait on sun to heat our slopes. We wait to see what this new home has to offer us. What this land will produce. What we can do with two toddlers and ten acres of wilderness to make into home. We wait.

I can hardly wait.

(5 minute prompt ‘on waiting’. No edits.)