This morning had a Spring-y feel about it.
I walked out of the door and noticed the neighbor’s miniature weeping cherry tree had erupted into frothy pink blooms, so I decided at that very moment that perhaps Spring had finally pushed through the cloud of uncertainty about whether it would ever get here.
I’ve been shedding layers all week and today was no exception. While I am glad the frosty weather is gone so I can finally leave the squall coat at home, I do miss its many features, like a hidden pocket to tuck away the camera, or the large cargo pockets to stuff the peanuts into. I had to reconfigure my wardrobe a bit as my coat had slit pockets, which weren’t “stuffable” at all. Quite frankly, I needn’t have worried about toting peanuts as my furry friends were a no-show at the Park today – so what’s up with that?
Since the Park is still wearing its Winter drab colors, I have to put on my rose-colored glasses to find something good to crow about today’s walk, since the critters did nothing to enhance my journey.
Yesterday, on two different occasions, walkers wanted to show me some “wildlife” so I could get some photos. In both instances, I craned my neck and strained my eyes and could not see either one, which leads me to think I need a prescription for stronger eyeglasses, not just rose-colored lenses.
First, Paul pulled me off the trail to show me a muskrat which was paddling furiously across the Creek. I squinted and blamed the sun for only seeing the trail of water his long tail was creating. The second occasion was Janet, with her binoculars trained across the Creek. She had spotted a black-crowned night heron and wanted me to see it. With my naked eye I didn’t do so well and I didn’t pull the camera out either, because that heron soon grew weary of two women gazing at him, so he lifted off the dead tree and flew down the narrow Creek passage.
But, it was not all “Dullsville” at Council Point Park today. A few signs of life were evident. Though no leaves were on the trees, I saw some wayward sprigs of green on spindly-looking seedlings, whose origin was likely last Spring’s crop of maple “helicopters” that landed in some dirt along the water’s edge.
Today is Arbor Day and the trees made a poor showing, but I’m going to use this quote anyway because it’s true:
“I took a walk in the woods and came out taller than the trees.” ~Henry David Thoreau
I must make the following disclaimer: I did not take the picture of the pretty blue robin’s eggs above. Our robins are not even in the mood for mating yet – it’s been way too cold!
My friend Evelyn, who lives in Richmond, Virginia has been telling me about the robin at her house and sent me some photos. Mama robin and her mate were both proactive and industrious. A few weeks ago they built a nest on her deck railing between the electric box and the cable wires. They completed the nest then flew off to parts unknown. After nearly a week’s time, Evelyn figured they abandoned the nest, or forgot where they built it, so she threw it in the garbage. A few days later, another nest had been built in the exact same place. Those robins were no fools! This time Evelyn did not disturb the nest.
Every day another egg was added to the nest.
Three … and counting.
Four eggs – all done.
So now it is incubating time and Mama robin sits all day to keep those eggs warmed for the next 10 to 14 days when they will hatch.
Then Evelyn will send along some baby pictures to me.
But there is more new life about to happen. Evelyn’s daughter (who is pictured above) will give birth in the next week. It will be a race to see which blessings arrive first … a little boy which will be Evelyn’s first grandchild or four robin hatchlings.
To either family, be it the Beaumonts, or the birds … it will be a Spring blessing for sure.