Spring is sprung, the grass is ris.
I wonders where the birdies is?
They say the birds is on the wing.
Ain’t that absurd?
I always thought the wing was on the bird.
Pine Siskin on a branch
Robin taking a bath
Chickadee airing his wing
Bushtit contemplating the sunshine
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Some might fend off a mid-life crisis by leaving the comforts of their corporate salary to jet off to a deserted island. Others might buy a Jaguar. I’ve chosen to dive head-long into my 50s and beyond by becoming a first-time parent. I’ve traveled halfway around the world (several times) before adopting my daughter, and now I share my musings about life with a toddler in the Pacific Northwest.
I hope spring is in the air but I’m afraid Mother Nature may still have some winter in store for us. Love the pics – particularly the robin in the birdbath!
True that, Lisa. It was a glorious day of spring though, and as a Seattlite, I know that’s all I may get!
Ha! I love that – er – poem!? it reminds me of my youth. Or should I say, my yoot.
It’s been feeling like spring for a while in Texas now, but I bet
we will have winter around about Easter. Love the bird pictures!
Very cute poem! Like the pics too. Didn’t know there was a bird called the bushtit.
Not sure the origin of the poem. Some say E.E. Cummings; others say Ogden Nash, but most it’s attributed to “anonymous.” Yes, Bushtits. Tee-hee-hee.