redneck hippy spring
Spring seemed slow coming. I in turn was slow. My seedlings are small, fragile and immature. The spuds are up, along with the spinach. As for the rest, it still has to go in the ground.
My neglect won’t be noticed come August. Everything will have caught up.
The birds spent the day chasing each other. It’s a long weekend and the Tourists are out in force. They too are caught up in a mating ritual, showing their wealth, driving fast, being loud, at times obnoxious, strutting and displaying their foliage. They and the Swallows are a reminder it’s been a long winter.
The birds try to keep a branch or two between us. Same as the bears. Same as the tourists once advised.