Monday, February 12, 2007

The robins have been back for about a month. They get up and sing in the dark, happy to be back in my garden, giving the a capella concert that ignites my spirit each morning. I heard the geese this morning, too, as they were flying by; headed north, they certainly know something I don't, as they seemed in a hurry. Sylvie Ruth exfoliated her entire winter coat yesterday, with the help of the wire brush. The sky is still gray and heavy, but soft.
What will this year's Valentine feel like?

JBelle
Bellemaison
The 'Kan EWA

2 comments:

The Fool said...

H'lo JBelle...good to here that those geese are stirring and prepping to come this way. They don't usually make it our fields until the second week in April. They are the mark of spring for me, and I look forward to seeing them again. It's at the point of this winter that it's lost its charm, and spring is anticipated...soon!

the psycho therapist said...

I hope this year's Valentine feels gray, heavy and soft. He does every year.


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