The air is redolent with spring

These are a few of my favorite things!













Spring is four weeks away. Today I could smell the loamy earth damp from snow
melt breathing spring's promise. The temperature was nearly 70 degrees and the sun was shining, and the breeze was warm and brisk.

We walked around the lake at Bee Tree Park and took photographs. Thank goodness for digital cameras. Remember when you had to make every picture count because film and processing were so expensive? We took pictures of seagulls nose diving for fish. A gaggle of geese sqwonked and swam away from us. Turtles sunned themselves on a log, and best of all, four bald eagles soared overhead one right after the other like the Blue Angels on maneuvers. They swooped right above our heads. It was an incredible sight to behold. All of it. I mean, seagulls in St. Louis? They hitchhike on tugs and populate near our rivers and streams now. We spied a giant blue heron gliding overhead. My skin prickled at the sight of daffodils sprouting.

We sat on a bench at the scenic overlook and watched barge traffic on the mighty Mississippi. We walked to the car counting our blessings and the days until spring.

A couple of weeks ago, I got so excited when I spied a tiny green plant protruding out of the snow. I thought it was the first sign of spring, a crocus. I looked closer and realized it was a vegetable. I yelled for my hubby and told him to come see the baby broccoli plant growing in the back yard. Oh my! It was a sprig that I had thrown to the bunny that lives under the shed. Should I even admit that? I am so in a hurry for spring.


The wedding last night was uneventful unless you consider that my brother-in-law introduced his wife of twenty-something years by his ex-wife's name as the two women stood side by side. Sparks flew and not just between the bride (his daughter)and the groom.