By jing! By jing!
By jing! By jing!
You all, the snow is melting!
Happy days are here again. The skies above are clearer again. So let’s sing a song of cheer again. Happy days are here again!
Soon, Madame Spring will come rollin’ in. And, we will be toting those indoor plants out for a dapple of sunlight that they have been starving for. Out on the porches and patios will go those Christmas Cactuses, Amaryllises, Geraniums and Ferns.
Soon there will be baby chicks at the farm stores. Imagine it!
Packages of garden seed will be showin’ up here and there.
Even the snow shovels will disappear and out come the watering cans.
Oh, boy howdy – bags of potting soil in place of bags of rock salt.
Ok, where did we put the humming bird feeders?
Oh yes, must give the bird bath a good scrubbing and add fresh water.
With an abundance of moisture from all that melting snow, doesn’t that foretell a glorious springtime?
I have done a fair amount of mulling those days there by the big window, staring out at that infernal weather.
Now folks, that’s mulling – not mulligrubbing. I never want the mulligrubs, no sirree Bob!
Anyway, I was so fascinated watching the many, many birds in and around the feeders.
My son came regularly and filled the feeders and then poured an abundance of those sunflower seeds on the ground.
The birds would come flying in like 20 or so at a time. Then 20 or so would come flying in and join them. It was a sight to behold.
No doubt about it sunflower seed hulls will be ankle deep. The grass may never grow there again.
A person I know had no more bird seed. So she baked them cornbread to feed hers. Another fed her birds dry oatmeal and crumbled crackers.
I think it was Hemingway that said, “Now is no time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with what there is.”
We not only live well here at the retirement village, so do the birds. Funny of the week:
Two pastors are standing beside each other during the singing portion of a church service.
Between songs one pastor turns to the other and says, “You remind me of a jailhouse singer.”
Thinking this is a compliment, he responds, “Thanks, you mean like Paul and Silas?”
The first pastor says, “No, you’re always two bars behind and searching for the key.”