The other morning before I woke, I dreamt of hearing red-wing blackbirds singing. No doubt they will be back before long…and with February has come the return of delightful bird song in the early morning, which no doubt inspired my dreaming.
But of course, the red-wing blackbird never look quite as fabulous as the above merging of crytal-spawned rainbow and living room “cave painting.” What a treat for the kitty and me last Sunday morning.
Yes, we’ve had some sunshine, in fact, Groundhog’s Day brought us a 52 degree day as reward, perhaps, for the cold January weeks we’d just endured. I celebrated with a nice walk to and from work – and I have to say, I enjoyed it even more than in the blizzard on New Year’s eve.
No, I haven’t had any additional sightings of those bluebirds from last week, but I discovered I had just a couple more good photos of them I wanted to share. They were such a cheery treat on a cold day, I have a feeling you won’t mind revisiting them here.
It feels a smidge like spring inside lately, with all the houseplants nice and green following their recent “spa days”. While the first flowers of the amaryllis have now faded and the flower stalk removed, there’s a second one rising up and I expect there’ll be more flowers to enjoy before long.
The spider plants I divided are beginning to put out new leaves now (I kept two of them for dividing at some future point closer to actual spring), and the cosmos seeds have begun to sprout. The latter feels a little indulgent – it IS early in the year for seed starting still, without benefit of the wonders of an actual greenhouse – but still, those little seedlings warm my heart.
Like I said, Groundhog’s Day was a little like a gift, a brief reprieve. On a few of my ten years on Cape, I’ve found February 2nd to be similarly warm, enough to entice me to dip my toes in the icy waters at the beach. Not so this year, but it was still a beauty day for a walk…and a on the way home, there was a sunset to warm my heart.
Of course, the weather changed the very next day. We had rain to start things off, which, after getting everything nice and wet, turned to sleety stuff on the way to an afternoon and evening of snow.
I couldn’t be sure quite what this bird (right) was, due to the angle and heaviness of the snow just then. I’m not sure its silhouette is big enough, compared to the blue jay who shortly appeared in another branch, but the red chevron that is faintly visible on the back of this bird’s head suggests it is a flicker, perhaps a small one.
I’m still a little unconvinced, though; perhaps the red is simply a trick of the light.
The snow was a bit of a cruel follow-up to the teasing temperatures of Monday. By the afternoon’s end, we had a few inches of snow encrusted on everything and winds once more gusting outside the window, jangling the windchimes. When I checked out the window before turning in later on last night, I noticed that we were having another round of snow flurries.
This morning, despite a temperature of 28 degrees, there’s a variety of birdsong to be heard outside in the winter wonderland. Their songs encourage me and remind me that, despite appearances, spring really isn’t that far off after all. Even the groundhog’s worst prediction suggests six weeks.
It might be a little longer than that – and even longer still until we are able to shed our winter layers and leap and dance our way through the outdoors in shorts and t shirts and Tevas- but for now, I can believe it’s on the way.