Today, White-throated Sparrows whistle forlorn notes and Juncos flock on the front lawn. (This post was written over a week ago and since then I haven’t seen a Junco.)
There is early Spring although today I’m wearing a coat. It’s 40 degrees, after 85 earlier in the week.
The furnace is running. What???
Come… on… Spring… dammit.
A weak winter remains
on certain cold evenings. Our coats and jackets are draped over the back of kitchen chairs, ready.
Seems odd to fill the hummingbirds’ nectar feeders
but they’re in the area.
I’m prepared for their early arrival.
Unlike last year when they were late coming home.
We see more green in the landscape than brown now
and sprouting quickly in the lodge. How I’d love to introduce myself!
There are bees, flys, spring peepers, moths, stink bugs, wasps, hornets, and lizards.
No ants yet, thank you.
There’s love in the air again
that you can hear and feel all around,
if you care to notice.
Foot-longs are frisky and
look who emerged from the soup
for some drying out in soft, warm breezes.
A little sweat I wiped from my brow
and brushed back my overgrown bangs to see
lily pad who had risen to the top, waiting for dragons and damsels.
Oooo, I can’t wait!