Each spring, the forsythia bushes around our house put on a show.
It is one of the most vibrant and beautiful colors of the year.
For some reason, the herd of deer which have made our backyard home stay away from them.
This year I remembered to get out and take a picture that tries to capture their beauty. In past years, I waited a few days late, and there was as much yellow on the ground as on the bush.
Looking at the hill behind my house, I see several things.
- I see the washed-out mulch and worn path below the birdfeeder.
- You can see the bright greens of the weeds that are gathering strength with each spring rain.
- As I look at the top of the hill, I see where erosion has slowly worn down some of the upper yard.
- One of the evergreen plants is less than healthy and needs to be relocated.
- On the birdfeeder, I notice the specially made suet holders. A feeble attempt to keep the @#$%^&! squirrels from running off with each new block of suet we place out there (my design works, now they simply sit on top of the suet holder, reach down, and feast to their heart’s content).
Right there, in the midst of all that needs work, is the flash of beauty.
The bright yellow transforms a winter landscape with the hope of spring.
The View from My Window
I spend a lot of time looking at this particular scene behind our house.
We have a large window that allows me to stand and watch the comings and goings at the feeders.
I recently saw a cartoon that made fun of people over 50 and their tendency to watch birds. The cartoon made me laugh until I realized the author was poking fun at me.
The other day was a gorgeous, sunshine-filled day. [Read more…]