Here in my uspstate home, Spring days are dominated by my perennial garden and my knitting. The beds all need cleaning out and freshening up and I need to build inventory for the markets and fairs coming up later in the season. The precious hours are never enough for all that I would like to accomplish.
The birds are in no way helping. Between them and the ever-changing skyscape, I could easily do nothing but sit in a deck chair to watch and listen.
Browsing for pattern ideas (another distraction!) I ran across this sweet robin. I mostly knit to keep people warm, so I doubt that I will actually make this little bird family, but the designer's creativity is impressive.
As it turns out, there are quite a few robin patterns available on Ravelry. Given the association with Spring's return, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. A few pair are nesting here once again, and indeed their cheer is irresistible.
Robin's Come by William Warner Caldwell
From the elm-tree's topmost bough, Hark! the Robin's early song! Telling one and all that now Merry spring-time hastes along; Welcome tidings dost thou bring, Little harbinger of spring: Robin's come!
Of the winter we are weary, Weary of the frost and snow; Longing for the sunshine cheery, And the brooklet's gurgling flow; Gladly then we hear thee sing The reveille of spring: Robin's come!
Ring it out o er hill and plain, Through the garden's lonely bowers, Till the green leaves dance again, Till the air is sweet with flowers! Wake the cowslips by the rill, Wake the yellow daffodil; Robin's come!
Then, as thou wert wont of yore, Build thy nest and rear thy young, Close beside our cottage door, In the woodbine leaves among; Hurt or harm thou need'st not fear, Nothing rude shall venture near: Robin's come!
Swinging still o'er yonder lane Robin answers merrily; Ravished by the sweet refrain, Alice claps her hands in glee, Calling from the open door, With her soft voice, o'er and o'er, Robin's come!