I just saw my first Summer Tanager of the season. Spring spring spring spring spring spring. There is also a clutch of brave daffodils in my side yard and buds on the dogwood. Yet I think, for some reason, that birds know some secret of the impending season that flowers don’t.
In honor of that, I give you a poem:
Her Anxiety
Earth in beauty dressed
Awaits returning spring.
All true love must die,
Alter at the best
Into some lesser thing.
Prove that I lie.
Such body lovers have,
Such exacting breath,
That they touch or sigh.
Every touch they give,
Love is nearer death.
Prove that I lie.
–William Butler Yeats
Also in honor of spring, new header pic yanked off Flickr, pic by lumierefl.
Also how charming is this little guy?
AJAX BELL 
February 26, 2009 at 7:22 pm
We’re still having 20-degree days (and more coming next week), but the mums have put out leaves under the brush, the rose twigs are green, and the hydrangea is full of buds. No bulbs to be found, but they’re selling hyacinths in the stores, so I can only hope the crocuses may be here soon. It’s been a long one.