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Saturday, February 27, 2010

Plumb Blossom scented air

House-wrenImage by Lip Kee via Flickr

This morning as I went out out to check in with the hens I noticed something,the air had changed.I no longer smelled wood smoke and the air was no longer the quiet sleeping air of winter.The air was filled with the scent of plumb blossoms and the voices of all of the birds that have returned.
The littlest harold of spring, the little tiny house wren who comes every year to nest in our bird houses along the back fence.For a tiny fellow he has one big voice and a curiosity that could get him killed by a cat.
Spring it smells like plumb blossoms and sounds like the little wren.Welcome spring.

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1 comment:

  1. Lovely. I'm ready for spring, although it's never too bad here.