On the last day of winter, I saw my first Tree Swallow of the year. It flew beside the James River in the direction of Jamestown Island.
Sociable birds with an iridescent sheen that babble and chatter all day, these swallows sometimes breed in our nestboxes.
Silent winter’s end
Tree swallows dance through the sky
Spring’s symphony begins.
(A haiku)
Cottage gardens were at one time part of the domestic economy, but now theyre mostly recreational. Like horse-riding, boating, fishing, target-shooting, and racing of various kinds, gardening has evolved from an occupation to a passion. Besides the advantages of growing-your-own
In icy ground . . . Daffodils sprout forth, bright buds In yellow hues, their faces Smiling in the cold earth, Promising springtime to us all. (Style of a Japanese tanka in 31 syllables inspired by API)
Greta has published a new book. Her first name is all you need to know who I mean and even thats unnecessary to recognize the teenager on the cover of the current Time. How predictable that when the magazine