I woke to what was to be the third sunny day in a row - can spring really be settling in? Or is it another Farch joke? I could hear the piercing calls of the two resident male cardinals, voice-mapping their territories. I had two cups of coffee!
While there is not exactly a spring in my step (hip number two is scheduled for an overhaul in mid-May), I was seriously contemplating work in my emerging garden. With the dogs, cat, sheep, llama, and chickens fed, I snapped the ice tip out of the way on my cane, opened the door, stepped out on the front deck, tottered down the ramp to the garden, raised my face to the sun, closed my eyes and took a deep breath. At the exact moment four dump trucks (two going in each direction) hurtled down the road in front of the house, kicking up a tsunami of road-salt dust, that proceeded to roll up my front yard. My neighbor immediately fired up his chainsaw and commenced cutting down his woodland. A school bus rolled by, kicking up more dust. A dented Honda with no muffler roared by with the bass turned up loud enough to trigger the Richter scale. As I beat a semi-hasty retreat to the house, I was reminded of that character actor that walked with a stiff leg and rapidly moving elbows. Yeehaw.
I went back inside, shut the door and made a third cup of coffee. And considered spiking it with something adult.
I resigned myself to enjoying the day on the back deck and, as I stepped through the sliding glass door - a very immature red tailed hawk careened past me and bounced off the glass. I froze - along with the chickadees on the feeder. He/she took a break on a nearby sumac tree to catch his/her breath and that started chicken hysteria. I shooed him/her away, turned around and went back in the house. I believe the chickadees are still frozen on the feeder. I have put a load of laundry in to wash, feeling that it's the only safe thing I can do, presently.
It looks like spring will be ... interesting.