This patch of snow, which I think bears a resemblance to Cuba, is all that remains on our lawn, and probably all that remains of winter…although you never know…..
Here we are at one of those benchmarks in the year, the night where we move our clocks one hour forward. It’s a sure sign of spring, but it kind of messes me up for a few days. Even the dog is a bit perturbed. Why do we go through the clock changing ritual twice a year anyway? Who decides this?
There are plenty of other signs of spring, most notably tumbleweeds of shed corgi coat rolling across the prairie that is our floor. I try to put it to use by leaving it outside for the birds, some of whom are at least in the planning stages of nest-building. I like to think that there will be all kinds of nests in our neighborhood lined with soft, warm corgi hair.
Speaking of birds, I’m starting to see some breeding plumage on the house finches and goldfinches at my feeder. As you can see, the male house finches are quite red already, while the goldfinches, which breed much later in the season, are just starting to show hints of yellow.
I really do like the natural signs of spring best.