I spent about an hour or so inspecting all the gardens and birdhouses and cleaning up debris from the winter storms. There seemed to be an unusual amount of pinecones littering the beds and yard. I wondered why? Some daffodils have started to bloom, and the forsythia won’t be far behind. (I brought in some of the branches to coax them into blooming a little early). I watched a red-tailed hawk soar across the cloudless blue sky and listened to the songs of the sparrows.
One of my favorite places to spend lazy summer afternoons is on my porch. Yesterday I was able to open it up and sit and watch the birds in the backyard. I spied a beautiful goldfinch feasting at the nyjer feeder, and behind him sat a bluebird on the roof of the nesting box. Cardinals called to each other from high branches, and a junco helped himself to seeds at the feeder.
It was a perfect day to wonder at the marvels of nature and envision a season of growth and beauty – a perfect first day of spring (even though the Phillies lost).