Here he is, the Pavarotti of North American birds, the mockingbird, announcing our very brief Spring this year. In New York we've suddenly jumped from cold and wet with highs in the 50sF to downright hot with highs pushing 90F. Great flu weather.
And yet, the tulips in Abingdon Square were so beautiful last Sunday. And the mockingbird's song is a life-long pleasure. His song reminds me that in a world that seems ever more hollowed out by greed and spoiled by drives for power, it is still a blessing to be alive, "even though we cannot bless." (Auden)