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.