The Maples Hum a Song of Spring
On this day I was sitting at the kitchen table and happened to look out the window. That was when I noticed the tree was a flutter with little winged objects. I stepped up to the window for a closer look and saw that it was full of bees! Grabbing my camera I went out for a look . We have lived here for three years and I’d never seen anything but birds in my maples trees.
On this day there was a symphony and the orchestra was supplied from my hive.
The days warm to mid sixties and low seventies. I see the buds swelling on my berries and roses. The bulbs are awakening and pushing up everywhere in the lawns, along fencelines and around the house too! And the grass, though patchy, is slowly greening and this makes the Geese happy!
“GREENS!” They honk and proceed to push over the little green poultry fencing I had up to keep them in all winter. Bob shouts to me ” Hey! Your geese are out!” I round them up, put them back into the north quarter, and repair the fence line.
But what is this? What is Polly doing out there by the straw bales?
Picking up straw…
billful by billful…
and slowly she’s starting a pile.
A nest?
I hope!
Life on the Farmlet 