When I looked out my windows yesterday morning I was greeted by a wonderful sight. Due to the warmer weather and some badly needed rain, over the course of one night, the trees have started to leaf out with a tinge of spring green. Normally we get understory coming out first, followed by the flowering trees and then the rest. Not so this year. The flower buds on the red dogwood in the front yard have barely started to enlarge. Same for the redbud trees. The little bit of underbrush visible is, of course, the vicious wild rose bush. Of all things hurt by the cold and drought, you would hope it would be the wild roses. No such luck. The rose bushes cause me more pain and hassle than the blackberries and black raspberries combined.
It is no longer quiet when I step outside. The birds have started their spring territorial and mating songs. The bunnies are invading my flower beds and the evil squirrels have been racing across the yard. The does and the yearlings having been having fun in the shallow part of the pond, leaping around and playing, splashing water all about. One of the toms took a leisurely and solitary stroll across the yard before heading back into the woods. He didn’t look like he had a care in the world. No hen troubles yet, I guess. Temperatures have been swinging wildly but at least it has started to feel like spring. I actually saw a teeny blue butterfly yesterday.