I love to hear their one note song. I’m especially looking forward to hearing them in the evening. They always seem to be the ones who tell the other birds it’s time for bed.
I went outside to water the place that I planted the sweet pea seeds not long ago and noticed that the very first rhubarb leaf is peeking through the soil. And a second year purple cone flower is coming up too. I hope they bloom this year, last year I only had leaves.
Some how or another I need to find a way to disabuse the cats of the idea that my raised beds are kitty latrines BEFORE I do any serious planting in them. I want to plant potatoes and squash and flowers and basil. I’m not interested in a crop of kitty. . . litter. To put it politely.
We are slowly moving toward Spring, a little at a time. I am envisioning the new places to put tomato plants this year and will go out to prune my roses today. Even though it is overcast and cool, I see those plants coming up and those Robins feasting on worms in the flower beds and I want to be out there too making my contribution.
It won’t be long before sweet peas will fill my house with their heady scent, morning glories will be winding their way up the fence, rhubarb will be simmering on the stove and Robins will be telling me it’s time to go to bed. With such a fate awaiting me, no wonder I am longing for Spring.