It was so beautiful in February, and now here we are halfway through April practically and it's cold. Okay, it's only the 4th of April. But still. It's been raining steadily all day. Hasn't stopped a robin from finishing it's nest, though. I found out about the construction when a robin landed on my windowsill with a beak full of twigs and stared me down. I waited until the bird dropped below sight and then discovered they built it conveniently under my living room window in a nandina bush. I'm looking forward to my own bird's eye view of the eggs.
I
think this is a blue gray gnat catcher. An ungainly name for such a delicately pretty bird. A pair of them took refuge in the Harry Lauder's Walking Stick, which has just started to sprout tiny leaves and buds alongside its hanging catkins.
Me, I'm inside where it's warm and dry. But out on my screened in porch, hostas are pushing up through the soil of the planter boxes. Life returns, whether it feels like spring or not.
