If you know how to listen to trees, you can tell. They might look as if they’re just standing there, not a thought passing between them. But that’s not true.
They’re thinking all right. One thought. Every one of them: “Are they here yet? Have you seen one? Have you heard one sing?”
The tension of their anticipation fills the air. Any day now, any moment, it will happen. Suddenly they will telegraph to each other, “Yes! They’re here! They’re here!”
And even if it snows again, no one will care. When the robins come, spring can’t be far behind.