Wondering

After nine nights of cold I was wondering if Spring would be okay.




The Robins seem fine.

The Waxwings come and go.
The other birds have accepted them as part of the group.

It is a very strange April.
A strange climate change.
Record breaking low temperatures.

After I finished my morning coffee with the birds I bundled up.
I wanted to spend some time with the plants.
I wanted to be near the trees.
I wanted to hear what they would tell me.