Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Spring Has Sprung

"Spring has sprung, the grass is riz, I wonder where the birdies is?"

Well, flocks of them are dining at our backyard eating facility, and apparently texting their friends and family members to join in. 

Today was a GLORIOUS spring day!  Temperature hovered around 70.  Sun was out.  Breeze was anticipating March's entry with a fresh display of playfulness.  Trees are blooming all around us.  Lizards are sunning and playing hide-and-seek.  Robbins, starlings, nuthatches, sparrows, cardinals, bluejays, mocking birds, pine siskins, woodpeckers and I don't know what all else are busy!  And hungry!

The grandkids are rollicking and frolicking about in the yard picking wild flowers, kicking over active fire ant nests, checking out the "rollypollies" (wood lice), lizards, etc., etc.  And getting filthy in the dirt and thoroughly enjoying themselves in the process.  Yesterday afternoon I sat in the sunshine and very breezy afternoon and enjoyed listening to and watching their antics as they enjoyed themselves.  It was just plane lovely!  I do so love Spring!

5 comments:

Debby said...

I'm so jealous. Budge over. I'm headed down...

Pencil Writer said...

I'm moving! (Scooch, scooch) Come on down! The weather's fine! And you might catch Bush Babe and troupe on her pass through (or possibly over) here!

Bob said...

Yes nothing like spring to give us a new perspective and a new "spring" in our step! Enjoy!

jeanie said...

My grandma used to always use your opening line. Glad you are having a lovely start to spring - and if you need a few geckoes to get the above into action, I can send a few your way.

Pencil Writer said...

Jeanie---Are you kidding? And deprive you of their untoward activities in your kitchen some months back?

"My" geckos seem to be a little more "restrained" in their affections . . . I think. I did, however, wonder one evening last fall about some advances one critter made toward another. I wondered if they were having a tiff. But then I used to think (some years back) that cats (who were making such a frightful ruckus) were fighting when they had entirely different intentions and activities as their focus.