This morning I discovered that we have a gang in our neighborhood. There were at least six of them moving from yard to yard, being very boisterous. They were wearing their colors--black and yellow. I knew there was something going on like this. I could see the evidence in my own yard--the thistle in the feeder kept disappearing at an alarming rate.
The goldfinches are a welcome sign of summer. Their bright yellow bodies are the first signal that spring is here as they shed their drab winter gray. This morning though was the first time I realized they traveled in a group. They were flitting from tree to tree nosily chattering and just looking to get into trouble--I'm sure of it.
I wondered if it would have been half as interesting and amusing had I been walking with an MP3 player and earphones stuck in my ears. Seems like we have so many things that can keep us from being involved with our world. I enjoyed their happy chatter and the twitter of the less active songbirds of the morning. The neighborhood gangs harmonize pretty well.
Monday, May 21, 2007
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Lilac Junkie
It's a tough thing to come to grips with. . .but I'm a lilac junkie. I can't get enough of the sweet spring blooms. I have five full size bushes started in the yard--one white, two lavender, two pink--and a half dozen dwarf lilac bushes that are just now coming into full bloom.
Today the breeze was blowing just right and the beautiful lilac smell drifted in the kitchen windows. Mmmmm. I wish I could post some of that smell here. You could click and sniff. But alas the technology hasn't come that far yet. Maybe sometime soon. Meanwhile, I'll go back to the kitchen window and enjoy while I can. Spring seems like such a fleeting thing.
Today the breeze was blowing just right and the beautiful lilac smell drifted in the kitchen windows. Mmmmm. I wish I could post some of that smell here. You could click and sniff. But alas the technology hasn't come that far yet. Maybe sometime soon. Meanwhile, I'll go back to the kitchen window and enjoy while I can. Spring seems like such a fleeting thing.
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