harbinger

I saw the first mosquito hawk last night.  Mosquito hawks are my personal harbinger of spring.  I know when they emerge, bountiful flowers and new green will follow soon after.  There are other portents, like the tulip tree down the block that has been in full bloom for the past week and the pear trees on Shepherd St. that are always eager and first to bloom, but flowers can be fooled.  Give them a couple of warm days and they run out like giggly school girls.  Not so the mosquito hawk.  Already the birds sound more cheerful and my mood has improved.  Now I will enjoy the final cool days instead of wishing them away knowing that summer always follows spring.