In case anyone thought I was joking with the plague references, here’s what just one (of half a dozen) flypaper strip caught in a matter of hours, and the ones not caught still swarm and divebomb you when you walk in the room. Just another sign of spring, I guess, although I like the daffodils better.
We saw these ducks cross the street, so we went back to see where they went. Not sure how far away from home they are.
We had some birds trying to build a nest in my clothes-dryer vent, which we cleaned so it closed properly. Running the dryer also chased the birds away … for now. My husband asked my son what we should to to “get rid of all these birds.”
My son, ever the humanitarian, said, “Let’s build them some birdhouses.”
So a spring project was born.
I saw the first Winnebago on the road yesterday. It’s like seeing the first robin in these parts.
We’re getting antsy. We are SO ready for spring. During spring break last week, we had a taste of it, then another shot of winter, then a touch of spring again. I hope we’re almost there.
The temperature was past 50 degrees on Thursday.
It made the beer taste even better. Remember my sun dogs? Yeah. This is my beer dog. Woof.
We had bikes.
And bubbles.
And flies. Don’t forget the flies. We opened the barn door, and they practically swarmed out of there.
We can see the snow fence again.
And the benches.
We were feeling pretty good. Then, bam. The next day we got snow. Boo.
But things looked better on the weekend. Temperatures were still low — in the 30s but creeping up to barely 40. But the sunshine was wonderful.
We had soccer.
And the start of flowers. Did you hear that? I think those are angels singing.
And follow the leader.
And swings and sunglasses.
And bikes.
Come on, spring. Can’t you see we love you? Pull up a chair and set a spell.
You’re what? Snow. Girl. Melted! (a la B-52s)
Yep. Here lies what’s left of Snowgirl. Look closely. That’s her cute little carrot nose and stick arms. That pile of snow in the middle is, I think, what’s left of her pretty hat. So long, Snowgirl.
I’d feel more smug about telling her not to let the door hit her on the way out, but I don’t think she and her pal Old Man Winter are done with us yet. That’s right. Snow in the forecast for tonight and tomorrow. Oh well. At least we had two glorious days with 50 degrees.
These are for Amie. Her peonies bloomed before mine even got started. I promised to prolong the blooms by sending her pictures of mine. Here ya go.
I put pictures together of the robin’s nest in our window for the kids to take to school. They brought them home, and we looked through them again. They asked if the nest was empty now. I said, yes, it was. About 10 minutes later, one of them came running to me, “Mommy, Mommy, come and see! There are four eggs in the nest!”
What? Are you kidding? Nope.
There are four more eggs in the nest. Here we go again.
