It's March, can you believe it?
I'm not happy that the year is flying by,
but the signs of spring I find around me make me want to dance.
The Hollow is coming back to life.
Most branches are still bare, but the redbuds are getting the party started.
Mourning doves are back, greeting me on my morning walk...
...and cooing their mournful song from the trees.
There's been enough rain to keep Max's favorite pool open.
And he's not the only one enjoying it.
Adventurous and hardy Prairie Verbena is always one of the first to emerge and last to disappear.
American Robins have decided they like the Hollow and are lingering a bit.
Our little front yard (home of the bird feeder) is becoming a popular hang-out for the neighborhood critters like this squirrel.
I don't know why this Mexican Jay is giving me the Evil Eye.
A small party of fluffy American Sparrows arrived and posed for me.
I'll share more of them tomorrow.
What signs of spring are you finding?
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