It’s rather cold for spring, but still the birds are out and about dive-bombing for seeds, insects and scraps from the compost (perhaps a moldy berry, or some cherry tomato past it’s prime). Wisteria is in abundance along 501 highway, leaves are budding and peeking out from the sleepy grey branches of the trees, and wild grapes are again gracing the backyard fence (it will be war with the squirrels I tell you). I can’t remember a spring that emerged later than this one, but it is a sigh of relief.
Weathering the Storm
Weathering the Storm
Weathering the Storm
It’s rather cold for spring, but still the birds are out and about dive-bombing for seeds, insects and scraps from the compost (perhaps a moldy berry, or some cherry tomato past it’s prime). Wisteria is in abundance along 501 highway, leaves are budding and peeking out from the sleepy grey branches of the trees, and wild grapes are again gracing the backyard fence (it will be war with the squirrels I tell you). I can’t remember a spring that emerged later than this one, but it is a sigh of relief.