Yup, they’re here. I’ve seen a squad very early this morning, flying north, drawing a slightly confused – but, oh, so lovely - V on the subdued blue and pink of the sunrise sky.
I had a sad poem on my mind, but now it’ll have to wait. The sun is shining. A squirrel has taken hold of the bird house and she’s making her nest there – I won’t chase her away, she’s too cute.
This is my hundredth post and it’s a happy one, for springtime is finally here.