There is a robin cheep-cheeping outside my window. It is perched on the bare branches that are showing small signs of spring.
Buds have appeared, tokens of spring handed to us as dispensation for all the strangely cold winter weather.
Earlier I stood at the bedroom window and watched as three male cardinals chased one another to and fro across the yard. Lighting for just a second before taking off again. Is this some sort of male ritual I wonder?
The pupsters got a hair cut on Thursday. I took this photo before they managed to do away with the kerchiefs the groomer put around their necks.
This week Charlie Ross has to get his teeth cleaned. And probably some of his front teeth will have to come out, the vet told me this week when they got their yearly shots.
He will not be happy leaving here without Abi. They do not do well apart. I am dreading it for him. For both of them. They are two peas in a pod.
This is the one sign of spring I’ve spotted in the ground, the spring bulbs pushing through the remaining dead fall leaves.
I’ve gotten out for periods of time and raked and cut down dead spikes of once yellow cannas that grew to five feet tall in the summer.
Then went down like fallen soldiers when the worst freeze of this season came to town.
I see the woodpecker doing his hop-hop up the tree outside this window. Peck and hop. Peck and hop.
All of this is a promise that spring will come, just like always, despite the tempestuous winter that has wreaked havoc in so many places.
Old man winter will eventually go back to sleep and let more temperate weather lull us into summer.