But spring comes slowly round these parts, and March is an exercise in patience and delayed gratification. But before I left for the office this morning, I took a quick stroll on the garden tour of My Tiny Garden to find the faithful Columbines. Once again, they show up first, looking more like a clump of parsley, don't you think? But a promise of warmer days to come.
Earlier this morning, while drinking a cup of coffee, a familiar sound came from outside. I cracked open the bedroom window to hear the shrill call of a male Red Winged Blackbird, sitting at the top of the bare branches of my tallest Aspen. Haven't seen those guys for months. Found a great video of them, if you don't have these in your neck of the woods, take a look and listen.
Happy First Day of Spring.