Horace Sykes had captioned this “A Promise of Spring.”   We have signs too – optimistic ones for we prefer the warm mornings to the cold.  Yesterday we – the Queen and I –  saw a Robin hopping the limbs of the neighbor’s holly tree.  We agreed that it was out of season, but there it was with red breast jumping about the red berries.  Today I read of snow perhaps for Monday.  And so following the omens of Sykes rare caption, we have it all – the “promise of spring” here in November.  The Robin and the snow.