The interim is the hardest to contend with…
The interim is the hardest to contend with. Eight inches of snow from two days ago has melted and the mud on the bottom of my shoes tells me to stay away for a bit. If the trees are slow to budding all we need do is to listen to the birds in the early morning and they for sure will let us know they are not putting off celebrating spring. The trees are alive and the music is fantastic from multiple types of birds. Right on schedule our pair of Thrush birds are beginning to make their nests in the braces of the awning that spans the west side of our home. They are the happiest homemakers. I have noticed that the wisps of the Black Walnut trees are perfect to intertwine with the materials that they gather. Life is good here on Stauffer Avenue.