Springtime is the land awakening. The March winds are the morning yawn.Lewis Grizzard · 1946-1994
From Kathy Sue Loudermilk, I Love You
While taking a few lame landscape photos yesterday afternoon, I was treated to the happy song of a nearby mockingbird. I only wish this 15-second video shared the blooms' sweet aroma.
The hummingbird feeder has already attracted its first visitor of the year (and it's always a yellow jacket). I'm fixinta sit down with my favorite gardening catalog and begin marking all the new toys I want, starting with the perfect gloves for digging around in the dirt.
Bittersweet reminder ... My Palm Pilot beeped to notify me of my grandmother's birthday this morning. She passed away at 93 years old last December.
Liked listening to the birds sing. That's something we have plenty of around here. They love the good weather we've been having.
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