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My excuse for not blogging is for the birds.  Actually the birds have inspired me to finally write a post.  It’s kind of a long story, so hold on tight.

A little while ago we thought spring had sprung in the Midwest.  And then came a snowstorm.  In mid April.  Not really unusual, but bothersome for those of us who live in regions of long, cold, snowy winters.  April is the time for blooming daffodils, not five inches worth of wet, sticky snow.  Right?  But it happens sometimes, and it happened again this year.

Because it was supposed to be spring, the birds were abundant as they are in the springtime.  And then it snowed and it seemed they didn’t know how to react to it.  Luckily Husby still had the feeders full of seeds for them to fortify themselves.  And they did.  All of them.  Dozens of them flocking to our backyard. There were cardinals, sparrows, chickadees, finches, juncos, red-winged blackbirds, even ducks.  Either they perched on the feeders or pecked at the seeds that had fallen on the crusty snow.

Of course springtime brings in the robins.  There were indeed robins in the mix of all the other birds; however, they don’t normally eat seeds.  They like worms and bugs in and on the ground.  The robins were at their wit’s end because alas, the ground that was snow-free a day ago was now covered with the aforementioned five inches of freshly plopped wet snow.

There was a robin who wasn’t happy with the lack of a green, springtime ground (containing the worms and bugs) and started to demand justice at our back door.

I don’t know if it was just one bird, but it wasn’t just one time.  The robin(s) returned several times, and with the plethora of other birds flocking the feeders and ground below, I started feeling a little like Tippi Hedren.

Here’s the thing…

Husby has been hearing a tap-tap-tap on the bedroom window lately.  That would be a second-story window.  Every now and then he sees a robin, tapping on and brushing his wings against the window.  I haven’t witnessed this, but the ledge outside the window has robin droppings, and the window itself has feather marks.  Dirty feather marks.  Not like the feathery passing of Jack Frost, because Jack Frost is gone by now.

I haven’t noticed the robin(s) at our back door since the snow has gone, but the upstairs window continues to have visitors.

Robins are a welcome sign of spring, but yikes – don’t peer into my windows!

I still haven’t captured a picture of the bird(s) at the bedroom window, but Husby sees the feathered, peering bird from time to time.

It’s kinda creepy,

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Not too long ago I published a post singing the praises of green and white.

I’d like to say that the combination of green and pink is pretty awesome too.

Peonies beginning to bloom.

It’s flower blossom time!

 

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Green And White

There’s something about spring.  The flora is fresh and the sun is in a certain position in the sky to make that flora look brilliantly green.  Irish green.  Nearly neon green.

After the rain falls things are even greener.  I have to check my glasses to see that they aren’t tinted.

However, I can’t take too much green all by itself.  Yes, it’s fresh, it’s life-affirming, but it’s all so…green.  It needs a little white mixed in.

Bridal Wreath Spirea

I’ve always loved the combination of green and white.  When I moved into Husby’s house after we were first married one of the first things I requested was that the trim of his white house be painted green.  After all, I lived there too.  The wonderful man I married bowed to his bride’s request, and soon our new abode looked as fresh as springtime.  I loved it.

Variegated Hosta

Now in our new house (of seventeen years) we have lots of green and white combinations for me to admire, none of which required Husby to get on a ladder to paint.  Nature (and Husby’s gardening skills) takes care of the color schemes, and many of them are green and white.

Lily of the Valley

I’ve taken time to enjoy the colors of springtime, and look forward to the palettes of the coming seasons.

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It’s April, and do you know what that means?

April Fools Day?

Yes, but that’s not quite what I was thinking

I know!  April showers!  They bring May flowers, you know.

Well, according to legend that is true.  However, this April brough us SNOW showers so far, so I’m not sure how soon the May flowers will be following.

No, the answer I’m looking for is – April marks the beginning of spring cleaning!

No way!  I hate housework!

Well, you might be interested to know that spring cleaning doesn’t require the effort it did in the olden days.  Today we have furnace filters and we don’t burn kerosene lanterns so the need to scrub soot off of our walls and ceilings is practically unnecessary.  But the smell of Murphy’s Oil Soap, ammonia and bleach can fill the house with a special feeling of clean, especially when you can open the windows and let the spring air mingle with the aromas of freshly scrubbed floors and scoured sinks.

This past weekend I engaged in the first session of spring cleaning at the Auntie B’s Wax World Headquarters.  It entailed a lot of furniture moving, baseboard dusting and vacuuming, furniture vacuuming, and scrubbing down and rearranging the laundry area.

Then today I got home from work and went wild.  Wild, I say!  I had no intention of doing housework when I came home from the day job, but guess what?  I decided to clean out one of the kitchen drawers.  Just one.  I ended up cleaning all of the kitchen drawers.  I emptied them, wiped them down, and together with Husby decided what to keep, what to donate and what to throw.  I mean, seriously, how many bottle openers and cork screws does one household need?  I feel proud and organized.  I can hardly wait to tackle the cupboards!

So get out those sponges and rags, roll up your sleeves, and jump into the bliss that is a clean abode.  You’ll thank me.

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