The clock said 5 a.m. this morning. Funny, it felt more like 4.
It takes real effort to force myself back into the house once outside so I did a little more deadheading in what is laughingly called the rock garden yesterday. I wish I had a nickel for every dollar I've spent over years on plants, seeds, and bulbs in that area to no avail. The only thing growing there is moss on the granite rocks.
Farm and wildlife also speak of spring. The girls are cycling again. "Unh, unh, unh." The Rod-RI-go birds (quail) are calling for their lost lovers. Shaddup yells continually with that irritating yip as he stands lookout from the safety of the juniper bush. Even the turkeys have added "Tok, tok, tok" to their vocabulary.