New Gilbertson bluebird boxes are replacing our old, worn-out boxes on our bluebird trails.
The cowbirds are back. %$#@!
Hiding hoodies at Newell's Run.
I took the dusty roads home and found one of spring's earliest wildflowers in these here parts, coltsfoot. In my misspent youth, my mom would always quiz us on the name of this small, round, yellow flower and Andy and I would make up names (though we knew it was coltsfoot). "Uh, it's kilt-thistle, right?" I'd say brightly. "No, it's milk-bonnet!" Andy would parry. My mom would bury her head in her hands.
Back to today....
Phoebe shoots, she scores!
Nerf Golf. In our yard, the divots are an improvement.
All in all a good way to welcome in spring. Let's hope it does not snow tonight to crush these tender dreams we're nourishing of spring and its glorious arrival.