A Sign of Spring
Looking out and seeing guys get out of their delivery truck wearing shorts . . . it must be a sign that spring has sprung.
For now, my spring will settle for being able to have a window cracked on both ends of the house as I had coffee this morning in my bedroom porch. We will be enjoying the little birds that I have identified as Thrush birds. I may be wrong. The male is a red with brown and the female is of a brown color. No matter, I enjoy them as they take ownership of the nest built into the bracket of our west awning.
I am slowly working my whiles in the studio. First thing first is the small bathroom battery operated radio that is now decades old being turned on. It’s mostly on for the background noise.
We are having leftovers from the oven meal of yesterday. Win, win.
With that I will take my leave. ♥