The signs are everywhere!
Spring is on the way!
Besides the warmer days,
we are seeing the birds migrating home to us.
It's always exciting.....to me.
The "cheery-up cheery-o" tune of the robin singing in the evening was one of our first signs.
When I was a girl, I wanted to catch a robin. It seemed robins would sit still in the yard for the longest time as I inched closer and closer and just at the moment I would jump to catch one, it would fly away. My dad told me the correct way to catch a robin. I wonder if you've ever heard of it? Here's how you do it. You carry a salt shaker along with you as you go hunting a robin. And when you are within reach of the robin's tail, you quietly sprinkle it with salt and the weight of the salt will keep Robin on the ground so he can't fly away. Even a girl can catch it! (It never worked for me though I tried and tried.)
Western Meadowlark (my photo)
The next morning Peach called me on the 2-way radio to say she heard a meadowlark singing.
Sure enough, I heard it too (but still haven't seen one).
That afternoon while Toodles and I were walking to the mailbox,
we saw four bluebirds flying just ahead of us on the fenceline the entire way.
The Canada geese are honking around the ranch too.
Even the grandkids' sketches are showing signs of spring!
Chickens are laying more eggs than ever.
Chief with chickens and Conry
We've had lovely sunshiny days with a few rain sprinkles thrown in.
And there have been WINDS for kite flying!
Tulip and hyacinth tips are poking up through the cold soil.
I sure do hope that winter doesn't blow back in all cold and freezy
and spoil all the green things trying to grow.
A wet, spring snow would be ok -- even welcomed.
We shall see how spring progresses.
One more sign....
My seeds are planted in their newspaper cups and set beneath grow lights,
and on sunny afternoons, I take them out to the warm deck.
" It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade." ~Charles Dickens, Great Expectations