Evenings are edging permanently outdoors again and are loud with surround-sound robins. Our new mockingbirds (what happened to the old ones?) have learned to fetch their blueberries from a small dish while we have drinks outside but before the table is ready for supper. They outrage the cat, who tells us they would be lovely on toast. The birds, not the berries.
Perennials are reappearing in pots, with asters, agastache and calamintha returning as if Arctic temperatures and feet of snow never happened. Ferns have unfurled. Ramps are leafy beneath them, with foam flower and an unidentified, tiny blue violet. Meadow rue's stems are growing tall.
The wraparound laundry roof is still there, for now, but changes are already afoot. The development of a very large building has been approved, so our remaining days here are almost tangibly numbered.
But, for now, it is spring.
Sorry to hear that you will, once more, have to find a new home! How many times have you moved camp??
ReplyDeleteMister Ginger was lashing his tail as blackbirds had the temerity to fly across HIS terrace space-rude birds!
Do you mean the balcony? Or your building is being torn down ?
ReplyDeleteNot sure this went thru. Do you mean you lose your balcony? Or your building is being torn down?
ReplyDeleteSorry ! Comments older than a couple of days are moderated for spam - it should say that above the comment box. Anyway, no, the new development will wrap around us on three sides, beginning immediately beside us. So no way we are going to stay through that. Not sure when it all begins but our fingers are crossed that it may be some time before demolition starts.
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