Please, Mother Nature?...

Yesterday the temperature was in the 60's. I opened all the windows; the breeze blew the curtains in and the winter miasma out. The house smells like fresh laundry now. This morning as I was meandering out to get the paper (just as the sun was peeking over the horizon) I could hear a particularly boisterous titmouse proclaiming his territory. I heard robins, grackles, cardinals and chickadees. I am really lucky that a Brown Thrasher has taken up residence right across the street. His melodious song is better than a CD player. Mother Nature might not be done with us yet, but the birds clearly think spring is here. It reminds me of a poem that my birth father used to recite every spring. "Spring has sprung, the grass has riz, I wonder where the birdies is?" Well, dad, the birdies are here. The crapapple tree outside my craft room window had tight leaf buds on it just three days ago; the buds have started to unfurl and will be full-fledged leaves by the weekend. If we get a good rain, it will be sooner.

I am getting ready for an Earth Day celebration where I will be selling cards at Forest Park Nature Center on April 24th. The cards I sell there are nature related and consist of photos that my husband and I have taken combined with nature poems.