book on my lap
coffee and blanket at my feet
oh, boy!
Listen, it’s Spring. Oh boy! It’s 34° and there’s a freeze warning. Oh boy! The birds are talking up a storm. Nowhere to go, nothing to do. Not yet. Later on, it’s off to the dentist. Oh, boy!
2013. tu-a-wee…tu-a-wee…
two eastern bluebirds
perched on top of their house
blowin’ in the wind
Two Eastern Bluebirds perched on top of their little wooden house. We saw them the other day in the meadow in the wind in the long tall grasses left over from last winter’s snow and winds. Seven little houses, each occupied now, spread across the meadow. The wind blows and they lean. The wind blows again, wings open, spread wide, and loft up and up and away, and they sing now of spring—tu-a-wee…tu-a-wee…tu-a-wee…
2012. zoom. . .
a pair of ducks
slipping into the cool stream
zoom. . .
A pair of mallard ducks slipping into the cool stream, paddling their bright orange feet, webbed and efficient, keeping pace with our stride as we walk along the creek admiring the mirrored image of the trees crystal clear on the water, upside down.
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