Or not, as it might happen.
It is the Spring of Waiting. The first spring. The one when I don’t really know what’s going to happen, when.
Like…when do the hummingbirds find us?
We have three feeders now, ready and waiting. One very pretty but impractical, and two silly plastic red things that are SO EASY to use, keep the ants away, don’t drip…
Heeeere, leetle hummingbirds! Come have a pleasant little sip!
Well. As of today, I know they’re here. I saw a black-chinned over in the dead tree…heard a broad-tail slicing the air overhead…
FIND MY FEEDERS, DAMMIT!
Oops. Did I say that out loud?
And then there’s the front yard. I use the term “yard” loosely. It’ll be xeriscaped, but right now…well, actually, dirt counts as xeriscaping, right?
Almost two weeks ago, my visiting maternal unit and I planted wildflower seeds straight from the seed heads. And since then I’ve watered and waited and…
Well. Here we go. Uh huh.
Maybe a little more time? Maybe I over-watered them? Maybe I under-watered them?
At least the native grass and other wild little green things are happy…
Fortunately, out and about on the land, there’s plenty to see. Not that I’ve identified it all, mind you. Just vaguely. A recent beautifully calm morning gave me the ubiquitous house finch, a Bullock’s oriole, the two hummingbirds, and two scrub jays giving a crow a very hard time, coincidentally right outside my office where the arroyo drops away and the tree tops are barely taller than I am. Skulking around the bottom of the big arroyo gave me a new PURPLE FLOWER POWER! to identify, along with others, and more of the existing and currently flourishing evening primrose–a gift of our wicked winter. W00t!
Have camera! Have binoculars! Have feet! Have arroyo and flats! Go, me!