This bird had an attitude and similar the one I could have had today. My unhappiness at work, described last week, isn’t a good thing for the mind or body and I drove to work on a mission. I needed to fix something, for my own sake. And I did. I'm glad I didn't sit and boil, wearing myself out.
Our temperatures are way above normal at 85 degrees today. It’s dry. We need rain to wash away the thick layer of pollen dust that’s causing people to sneeze and gag. The weeping willow is not mine but I enjoy its beauty. Well, guess what? I lost the photo, thanks to this damned stupid keyboard so to hell with it.
Our builder planted these pretty evergreens on trellises and I don’t even know the name of them. Look at the color and softness of the new growth.
It’s hard to believe that just nine days ago we had two very damaging frosts. Spring is bursting like there's no tomorrow.
She’s wary of me. I don't even want to see more house finches this year and wish the barn swallows would return to claim their territory. Maybe but it’s possible as they nested here last June. I miss the swooping, trusting swallows. It was the first real relationship I had with bewds.
See? Even with this frikkin’ keyboard, I can’t be brief about it. This post was a nightmare. I’m still cussin. I'm wondering if I can deliver a wordless and pictureless Wednesday. HA! I'm clicking "publish" right now without looking back!