and the rest of the poem goes like this:the grass is riz,
I wonder where the birdies is...
But I've actually seen a few of the birdies... a chickadee, some sparrows, a woodpecker. But I wonder if I'm just preoccupied or if the bird count is down, because there do not seem to be as many birds in the yard just now.
But the apple tree (see top and close up to the left) and the plum tree and the neighbor's magnolia are fairly screaming to be noticed. "Look at me! Look at me! Smell me!" they are all yelling at me when I go outside. And according to the various reports on pollen counts, it is the worst year ever recorded for pollen. But so far I'm not much affected by it. Jey-hu has had a miserable reaction, however - coughing, sneezing, sniffling, stuffy, etc.
He is ready to leave right now and return to Colombia where he never had any kind of reaction to their blooming things. And this coming from a Northwest native! He is stupified by his body's negative response to spring. I think the two and half months away just gave his body a chance to reconfigure - go figger!
Still, the bursting forth of new life is always such a hopeful sign and with all the peculiar activities on the national and global front, stopping and smelling the apple blossoms is comforting.
Such lovely touches of Spring in your beautiful photos. You are well in front of us with only a few little hardy heathers in bloom on the rockery and the Daffodils trying hard to open. The long Winter had delayed everything by a few weeks - but looking now from my bedroom window I can see the golden bells of the Forsythia bathing the room with a yellow glow. Love to you Sandy.
ReplyDeleteI just love magnolias, we have one in our garden that I planted about three years ago when it was about a foot tall now its about a foot and two inches! I do enjoy looking at your views.
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