Friday, April 11, 2014

Enjoying the lawn before it gets mowed.

Our beloved House Wren is back and trying to find the perfect spot for a nest. They are such cheerful singers from dawn to dusk. I sat under the plum tree and just let myself drink in spring.

I promised myself during our long protracted "almost" spring that I would steal time and go outside this season once it kicked in. I know I'll be so sad if I miss it.

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