It’s spring —
Really?
Someone forgot to tell
The drooping, budless forsythia, dogwood, and cherry trees,
The lackluster trees and sadly slumping tulips
Blame the weatherperson,
Who promised something better
Than the inches of rain flooding my basement.
And tomorrow?
Back to the snow we didn’t have all winter.
Such is the world,
A backward, forward, upside down mess
That makes no sense,
Just like spring …
Photo by Pew Nguyen: https://www.pexels.com/photo/raindrops-on-glass-window-243971/
Oh for the joys of a lazy Sunday morning after a night of big booming storms. Now we relish the calm – and the coolness. So do my beloved cockatiels who are at last settled after a week of being shuttled here and there as we rearranged the household while moving my 27-year-old daughter out (at last!!) and re-converted her room back into my study.
My tiels stopped eating for a few days and my personal avian alarm, Frederika, quit her earsplitting screaming, which she does to demand my company, or alert me to the immediate need to have her food replenished. Her companion, my Freddie, stopped singing his rendition of London Bridge is Falling Down, which is really quite beautiful and definitely audible, even in the backyard.
But now they are now ‘home,’ they are now ‘happy,’ and they have resumed their alerting me that it’s time for their 4 p.m. bowl of popcorn.
madmuser 