Spring Has Arrived!

You have arrived and I am still bundled in my hoodie and sox. But, you arrived more gently last year!

“Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.” – Doug Larson

To honor your arrival, I took down our Christmas wreath and window candelabra, even though their batteries had juice.

To my horror, though, I discovered a half-built nest in the back of the nest.  No, I did not preserve it.  I relegated it to the front bed

That is ugly, right?

But I ask you: would a tired Christmas wreath complement a brand new garden flag displaying two blue birds?

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Spring Arrived

No, the irony is not lost . . . However, in my defense, by the evening all vestiges of the discarded nest were gone – repurposed I trust . . . hope.

The birds built a nest last year in the exact same spot . . . wrecking my happy tulip wreath.

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See What Arrived LAST year!

So, this year I wrapped a band of aluminum foil the wreath of fake forsythias, hoping the bird builders will see their reflection and flee.

Tin foil streamers, fake flowers, and bouncy pink crabs – albeit diminutive . . . Who am I?

I am someone who, anticipating the beauty and bustle of early spring, knows that August is not far behind. After all, the time between last year’s nest and today has only felt like two weeks.

Some day man will travel at the speed of light, of small interest to those of us still trying to catch up to the speed of time. ~Robert Brault

So, thus far, spring 2019 chills, drenches, and blows. But to onlookers, and those who pass by our humble abode,  they see I’ve caught up with the calendar.

The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month. ~Henry van Dyke.

 

 

 

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Thanks for sharing!