The archaic root of the word harbinger means "one sent ahead to arrange lodgings." When I took this photo of one of the first crocuses in my front yard yesterday, I didn't see the little bee that found a home in this early blossom, supping at its provisions of nectar.
Since the switch to Daylight Savings Time last weekend, the day has afforded an extra hour of light at just the right time so that I can get home from work and take a walk before the sun sets. It makes all the difference in the world when you're on a 9-5:30 work schedule. To be able to slough off the workday's demands and explore the neighborhood again on foot in the waning daylight is a treat, a welcome transition time of carefree wandering before the evening's tasks.
This Sunday evening marks the official start of Spring here in the northern hemisphere. And for those of us who suffered through a tough winter here in New England, it's the start of a much more hospitable season.