Breakfast of homemade latkes. And some fresh pineapple.
Trying to be normal.
Forest Park Forever has on-line a bunch of nature sounds from the park, so I’m listening to the sound of birds in Kennedy Woods.
https://forestparkforever.us1.list-manage.com/track/click?u=dbbe1fd374748bf5744854f97&id=f3f3c9f42e&e=d43f95b45f
And I took out the trash and recycling and breathed some outside air, then cut some daffodils for different rooms of the house.
And we persevere!
A bit of beauty to brighten the day. In my living room. In a little gin bottle.

I was writing in my journal a few minutes ago, and stopped to marvel at the almost-overnight change in the garden.
The first daffodils are blooming.
The lilac is showing its buds. The dogwood too.
Purple and white crocus are in bloom as well.
Hummingbirds have migrated as far north as central Arkansas. They will be here before Easter.
Come, sweet Spring!
Cardinal spottings:
Titmouse needing attention:
Other birds:
And a dead daffodil apres snow:
….on the Facebook page of an acquaintance from Gloucestershire, UK, I see this post of daffodils blooming in his garden today in temperatures of 46 F.
Spring is indeed just around the corner, or so I shall tell myself in 12 inches of snow and 4 degrees above.
At 7.45 a.m., mild sleet.
At 8.30 a.m., snow.
Here’s the view from the choir room at church at 11 after the first service of the day (with two more to go):
Three days ago, the daffodils were ready to open. I cut two of them after church today, so that they won’t freeze in the snow (although I think they’re pretty hardy).
The Ides of March have passed. Spring is nigh.
The daffodils in one corner of the back yard are ready to burst. By week’s end, we will have Spring.
