...Impending Spring...
...I knew it was spring when I saw ants crawling around in the cat food dishes on my kitchen floor. Area residents were planning parties around the annual return of the buzzards coming to Hinkley. Go figure! Only in Ohio would anybody celebrate one of the ugliest carrion-eaters on the planet. But winters get pretty dreary here in Ohio, and we are a desperate people looking for the slightest glimmer of hope to break the grey monotony that sets in for four months or more.
Another indicator of impending spring for me was the increasing urge to drag something outside and spray paint it. Visions of tiny pots of new herb plants interrupted my thought processes. A trip to the local plant nursery was in order. Yes, I know It's still too cold to have the herbs outside. We all know how much I hate having plants inside the house, but at this time of year, I'll tolerate them being indoors. Besides, it makes even more glorious the day when the pots of herby goodness can be moved outside.
The birds all know it is spring. I am hearing songs in the early evening and early morning that have been absent for several months. Evidence of Sydney the mole is visible in the front garden as I spotted several holes and rutted trails in the soil. Glorious sunbeams shone through all the windows overlooking the garden to reveal all the kitty nose prints. All winter long the kitties have watched the visiting winter birds and squirrels as they dined at the feeding stations, and I am amused at both. Good times at Johnson House! And let the window washing begin!
Another indicator of impending spring for me was the increasing urge to drag something outside and spray paint it. Visions of tiny pots of new herb plants interrupted my thought processes. A trip to the local plant nursery was in order. Yes, I know It's still too cold to have the herbs outside. We all know how much I hate having plants inside the house, but at this time of year, I'll tolerate them being indoors. Besides, it makes even more glorious the day when the pots of herby goodness can be moved outside.
The birds all know it is spring. I am hearing songs in the early evening and early morning that have been absent for several months. Evidence of Sydney the mole is visible in the front garden as I spotted several holes and rutted trails in the soil. Glorious sunbeams shone through all the windows overlooking the garden to reveal all the kitty nose prints. All winter long the kitties have watched the visiting winter birds and squirrels as they dined at the feeding stations, and I am amused at both. Good times at Johnson House! And let the window washing begin!
Comments
Post a Comment