This morning it sounded as if someone were raking the leaves in my backyard.
I looked out to see a flock of robins on their way back north, I presume. They were rustling through the dried leaves and it looked like a carpet, come alive.
They are gone now and the yard is still again.
The white violets are beginning to bloom. The purple ones will follow.
Before I know it, it will be time to kick the bamboo and the wisteria will be making fuzzy buds.
Even after all these years, living on this earth, my heart still feels tender at this knowledge.
Heartening news..!
ReplyDeleteSuch a great images, the birds in the leaves.
ReplyDeleteI really should reread my comments for typos before posting them.
ReplyDeleteI just wanted to let you know I am still reading and loving you, your family and your blog as much as I did when I first discovered it years ago. I haven't been online much during the week as I am too tired after work. Love Gail
ReplyDeleteWe have little birds called Tooies. I have no idea how it's spelled. They hide in underbrush and you can hear them in the leaves. Scritch, scritch, scritch. Scritch, scritch, scritch. It's a wonderful sound. Drives Norbert crazy.
ReplyDeletestill January and it's very spring-like. Last year spring came in February, a month early. This year it's here in January, another month earlier.
ReplyDeleteIt is way too early for spring, and i'm concerned.
ReplyDeleteI have been in despair too about the news, but after tonight's court stay of the immigration order, my faith is a little restored. There are some saner heads out there who do have power over the executive orders and who can reign in the chaos.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
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