Musings about writing, being a freelance editor, and life in general, with healthy doses of humor and unapologetic acts of silliness.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Harbingers of Spring
The pussywillows have run their cycle and are at the ugly-fuzzy-yellow-pollen-almost-a-leaf stage. The forsythia is in full yellow riot. My quince bush is in the tight bud phase, ready to burst forth with myriad pink flowers. And the lilacs are beginning to leaf out.
The crabgrass in the gravel driveway has begun to grow like the weed it is. The moss on trees and fenceposts has turned a violent green. Trees are sending up suckers like shooting stars. And the birds are getting noisier and noisier as the boys practice their rusty mating calls. And the other day I saw a robin fly by with nest-building material in its mouth.
I am so ready for spring! These signs of greenery and new life are glad tidings to my winter-weary heart!
I'm retired from freelance editing and living the good life. I love not working for a living! I live on a small farm in rural western Washington State where I reside with my dogs, cats, and horses. I have a warped sense of humor and I'm joyously silly most of the time.