The magnolias are blossoming, the orioles are feeding, and the goslings are tagging along behind their parents. It appears that Spring is really here to stay.
Spring’s gifts are everywhere.
A rose breasted gross beak made its appearance before I left for work this morning and tiny bunnies play around the woodpile, diving for cover when our calico cat begins her sneaky approach.
The days are finally longer.
Sweet Springs reminds me of all I have to be thankful for.
It’s a Fine Life.