A gift, a gift, a flamboyantly scarlet male Cardinal in one of the crabapple trees in the garden behind the little blue house. Alas, my once fragrant and flower bedecked trees have been so ardently courted by the wind and rain this week that hardly a bloom remains on them, and the whole garden seems to be wearing confetti.
It is raining here, but we are off to the woods anyway in rain gear, "wellies" and backpacks and carrying both camera and insect repellent. This morning, there is a clear insistent voice saying (or rather singing) that the Lady's Slippers are in bloom. Who cares about a little rain or a few bugs?
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The cardinal is serenading outside my window... At times I can see him in the pines - now and again he comes and sits where I have a clear view of his brilliance!
I guess for a few days the view from my window will be the limit of my world. I will enjoy following along as you ramble. :=)
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