“Spring has sprung, the grass is ris
I wonder where the birdies is!”
They is all in my garden. Or on window sills, cooing softly each morning.
Gathering twigs to build nests, lying on eggs inside their houses, chasing off squirrels and other pests from their nests.
Along with flowering bulbs of various colours — some truant, some close together.
The rain has kept everything blooming longer this spring.
And speaking of rain:
There is a river in the valley just below our garden. It was a stream, but since early May, it’s looked like this.
That’s how much rain we’ve had! It’s feeling like Ireland around here in Southern Ontario.
I won’t mention the mosquitoes, though. I simply won’t. Except to God, whom I occasionally ask: “Give me ONE good reason for mosquitoes, God! Just ONE!”