Mowing Soon

As I gaze from my prison, no, my bedroom window I am amazed at how green and tall the grass is already. I did the last mowing on the back forty the first part of Nov. and it is time to get back in the saddle, ah, seat, once again. The finches are rapidly devouring the food in two hanging feeders and a robin or two are hanging out in the bird bath. Someone sent me a site for singing birds and it was quite nice, but not as nice as seeing it for real. Spring is here even though the last possible freeze for this part of the country is in May, I believe.

Dinner is in the oven and I am reflecting on what to do with the rest of the day.