A few sure signs of spring have arrived. My basket of scrap yarn is hanging from the bird's favorite tree ready to be used for spring nests.
The wild dogwood I thought we might have lost to the drought is flowering.
And the bluebonnets and other wildflowers have begun to bloom in my yard.
It won't be long until my front yard is covered in wildflowers. Maybe not as many as years past (I blame the mowers for cutting before last year's seeds could drop), but I'll take what I can get.
Life is good, isn't it?