Despite having a very slow start, spring is here, and things are looking up, both figuratively and literally.
On a practical level, I can now hang laundry on the line, and I know this might sound a little silly, but this brings me great joy. On every sunny day, blankets and quilts as well as other laundry have been hung outside. Here is the picture I take every spring, of a blanket made by my mémère—French Canadian for grandmother. This sturdy, colorful blanket is nearly forty years old, and I use it on my bed in all but the hottest weather. For me, nothing says “welcome, spring” the way this blanket on the line does.
On a literal level, when I look up, I see that the trees are budding. Such sweet, tender little leaves.
Then there are the birds. Starting and raising a family is hard, hungry work, and the birds flock to our feeders (pun intended). When I sit on the patio—another spring delight—I watch the birds fly and flutter from the trees to the feeder. Occasionally, my wee camera even gets a fairly good shot.
This male goldfinch is resplendent in his yellow summer feathers.
This goldfinch looks pensive, perhaps thinking of how much effort goes into to raising a healthy family.
Then there is a male cardinal playing peekaboo.
Never, ever a dull moment in the backyard. Looking up is sheer delight.
And for blogging friends who don’t have hummingbirds where they live, I promise I will do my best do get a decent shot with my wee camera. This morning, I saw the first hummingbird of the season as she zipped to one of the feeders we have by the patio. An exciting way to start the day.
In the spring, looking down at flowers is also a delight, and as more of them come into bloom, I’ll be posting photos of them, too.
Spring, spring, spring!
