I trust they know that Winter is not yet over.
The bird feeders have been a flurry of activity, and I've witnessed Spring cleaning of the birdhouses. A busy little Carolina Wren, with her beak full of feathers, moss and sticks, flinging it all so recklessly with little regard for it's former tenant.
The flowers I keep inside brighten my Winter days and pacify my need, until the garden will once again be bursting with life.
"Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart."~ Victor Hugo