March has arrived but there's not one rabbit in sight today.
So I thought it was time to bring a few out from my 'Easter box' to spruce up the mouse-house and sing the praises of spring that is not long off.
Yesterday we looked through thick fog and the rain continued from early morning 'til night. It was mild, though, so we didn't complain too much.
Our resident birds were huddled deep into the fir trees, begrudgingly putting meal-time off until the rain had stopped.
It was a long day for them, I'm sure.
Today it is cold and windy; more of what we are used to in March.
The feeders are once again busy as our confused little feathered friends fill up for the cold night ahead. Juncos, chickadees, blue-jays, cardinals, sparrows, starlings, mourning doves and so on.
Do not over-water your tulip plants.
They turn yellow.
I hope I caught this in time as it is soon ready to bloom.
March is a busy month for our family. Besides all the clean-up at the mouse-house, we have three birthdays to celebrate. My son, John, will be thirty-three. "What!" How did that happen so fast? My brother's partner, Joyce, celebrates this month too, but we'll just skip over more details because you know how we women love to keep you guessing. ;-) We'll be celebrating at The Keg for her. And, our grandittle, Gus, turns one. He is such a cutie and he's walking already. Well, he's actually running more than walking just to keep up with Gwynn. His birthday get-together will be very special.
In the meantime, I'm going to dream of spring and potting sheds.
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While Annie, as always, will dream of sun-puddles .
Annie
hugs, Deb
So I thought it was time to bring a few out from my 'Easter box' to spruce up the mouse-house and sing the praises of spring that is not long off.
OK - that'll do for now.
Think Spring.
Yesterday we looked through thick fog and the rain continued from early morning 'til night. It was mild, though, so we didn't complain too much.
Our resident birds were huddled deep into the fir trees, begrudgingly putting meal-time off until the rain had stopped.
It was a long day for them, I'm sure.
Today it is cold and windy; more of what we are used to in March.
The feeders are once again busy as our confused little feathered friends fill up for the cold night ahead. Juncos, chickadees, blue-jays, cardinals, sparrows, starlings, mourning doves and so on.
They turn yellow.
I hope I caught this in time as it is soon ready to bloom.
March is a busy month for our family. Besides all the clean-up at the mouse-house, we have three birthdays to celebrate. My son, John, will be thirty-three. "What!" How did that happen so fast? My brother's partner, Joyce, celebrates this month too, but we'll just skip over more details because you know how we women love to keep you guessing. ;-) We'll be celebrating at The Keg for her. And, our grandittle, Gus, turns one. He is such a cutie and he's walking already. Well, he's actually running more than walking just to keep up with Gwynn. His birthday get-together will be very special.
In the meantime, I'm going to dream of spring and potting sheds.
While Annie, as always, will dream of sun-puddles .
hugs, Deb