A storm is blowing in tonight that may even bring a bit of snow and punish the plants that dared to bloom early, and the trees that have already grown tiny fruit.
But it was a beautiful spring day and, earlier, I took this uplifting picture of a freshly painted bird house swaying lightly in the wind.
Breathe – it’s spring!
birdhouse
Ailsa’s Travel Theme: Breathe.
The Beauty Along the Road 
Just today, I realized that our spring is slipping away. Some of the summer flowers already are blooming, and I went peach-picking this afternoon. Blackberries, blueberries, and tomatoes are ripe, and baby birds abound. It’s a wonderful time of year. Soon, our heat will be here, and the temptation to curse summer will arise again. 🙂
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Ah, so much to look forward to – still. I have to wait a few more weeks before I’m able to put my tomato plants in the garden. Enjoy those berries 🙂
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Yes, spring is slipping away, the bluebirds have successfully fledged at least one youngster from their nesting box outside my window, but the green foliage is still fresh thanks to all the rain of the past two weeks. As you say, much to look forward to.
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The fresh green always gets to me this time of year. It seems like you can see the grass and leaves grow if you watch long enough 🙂
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Fresh Spring breath is such glorious freedom after winter😊
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The transition into Nature’s bipolar existence (winter/summer – depression/mania)…
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Spring always promises to dance the night away with you, only to share one slow dance and disappear. So we have to grab ahold of our partner and dance that one dance like there’s no tomorrow! Viva la Spring!
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I agree, Claudia, there is no time like spring to dance and write poetry 🙂
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It’s so lovely!
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Thank you, Arlene, it really caught my eye with that bright red color!
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I love these thoughts!
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