Primary colors seemed to be the theme of the day for me. Immediately after stepping outside the door to leave for my walk, I saw red when I discovered robin redbreast and his cohorts had deviously built two new nests. Now, I had not been outside Tuesday or Wednesday, except to venture to the front door to retrieve the mail. Those little devils seized the opportunity, just since getting yesterday’s mail mid-day, to pull out the bag I’d stuffed in the elbow of the coach lamp and throw it on the front porch and resume building their nest. Mud plops with grass strands sticking in them were all over the mailbox. Meanwhile, in the backyard, a fully formed nest had been built and was attached securely with mud atop the security light. Gritting my teeth, I marched to the garage and grabbed a broom and swept both nests down and carried them to the curb in my dustpan, much to the chagrin of the robins who watched my actions amidst significant chattering. Satisfied that I had disrupted their day, just as they had mine, I put the broom back, turned the car motor over, and set out on my walk. Out of the corner of my left eye, the sky was streaked with gray with dark brooding clouds, while out of my right eye, I saw a bright blue sky with fluffy white clouds. I assumed a positive outlook and decided no umbrella was needed and I left. The bright blue sky and green grass made for a picture-perfect day but it was windy and still a bit chilly, even though we have now turned the calendar page to May. There will be no dancing around the maypole today to celebrate Spring’s return – not with the temps hovering in the 50s . The large trees still haven’t leafed out. I enjoyed seeing a few touches of color here and there like one homeowner’s beautiful purple azalea bushes planted near some vibrant yellow forsythia bushes. The contrast was just exquisite. Similarly, I saw someone had paired purple and yellow cold-weather pansies which were bobbing their fragile-looking “faces” in the hint of wind. A couple of clumps of bright yellow daffodils looked perky and caught my eye. Soon after I spied this corner patch of purplish hyacinths and butter-yellow tulips that just cried out “Spring” as I walked by so I snapped this picture. That petite patch of color pacified me a bit as to Spring’s status, and I decided I had been so close to my own backyard dealing with the robins and not even bothered to check how my perennials were faring. Once home, I headed to the backyard, anticipating the progress of my lilies, lilacs, coneflowers, clematis and forget-me-nots as I walked along the side of the house … well, I had my own special kind of purple and yellow color combo going: a zillion purple mini violets and about a dozen or so yellow dandelions sprinkled through the grass. Lucky me to be blessed with such hardy specimens that are gracing my lawn, yet just the tiniest stubs of fleurs in progress in the garden beds. Those pesky weeds – I am red-faced indeed!