Sunday, March 18, 2012
Quackin' and yackin'
Two weeks of unseasonably warm/hot weather, and now, spring has sprung. Pollen is in the air. Look at my puffy eyes. But I am so happy. When I looked out the door and saw that our little red bud tree had blossomed overnight, I had to go talk to it.
"Well, aren't you as pretty as a picture? You just keep on growing, and one day you are going to be a big shade tree. Drink all the rain water that you can."
Bill caught me whispering sweet nothings. "What ARE you doing? You aren't talking TO that tree, are you?"
"What would you say if I told you I was talking to myself?"
He shook his head, snapped a picture and laughed.
"I am coaxing this baby to grow. Carbon dioxide helps growing things bloom."
He's my funny honey. He said, "Come here baby, and let me breathe on YOU."
If only I'd had my camera with me when the racket in the sky caught our attention. They were a few feet above our heads. A duck was in hot pursuit and inches away from a crow. That duck was snapping and quacking trying to bite that crow's tail. I've seen a flock of small birds dive bomb a hawk or crow, but I have never seen an attack duck. I'm telling you, it was a sight to behold.
But then, Bill would say the same thing about me talking to the tree.
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