That Time Of Year

We've once again rolled around to "that time of year" when Nature really busts her buttons, pulling out all the spring stops.  Red-tailed hawks are screeching in the sky and perching on poles as they look for a furry take-out meal.  Mourning doves are crying in the trees now, but will soon be replaced by the larger collared doves who takes off with a loud clatter of wings.  Hummers are back in full force and slurping up juice like there's no tomorrow.  They're drinking nearly two quarts every day

 I saw some of the first wasps (dreadful creatures) floating around looking for nesting spots on the deck yesterday.  It won't be long until I won't go out of the house without a can of spray to try to keep them under control.  They aren't the only spring insects:  clouds of gnats and pesky midges have a person's arms flailing trying to keep them away from their face.

There are big patches of Baby Blue Eyes here and there all over the property.  I'm almost glad John Dear isn't running yet because I hate running them over and swerve around like a drunken sailor (apologies to the navy) trying to avoid those happy little faces.  I saw the first California poppy yesterday.  Long ago I planted so many seeds for the poppies, but they were evidently a favorite of the birds and not too many sprouted.

John Dear really has to come out of winter retirement because weeds are shooting up faster than Kansas corn with these warmer days and sunshine from 7 to 7 now.  The girls are enjoying grazing and snoozing all day.  I've cut way back on their alfalfa because they abandon the flakes in favor of fresh greens.

NASCAR season is in full swing, and it was a good excuse to knock off early yesterday (one of those dadratted Saturday afternoon-evening races).  Bowyer didn't win, but it was one of his better races and he was in the top ten after an exciting finish.

It was a good day.