Another day of sunshine. Spring is popping up in yellow and white crocuses and dark pink Lenten roses. We planted daffodils all over the yard and in the right of way between the sidewalk and the street last fall. When spring arrives, it’s always interesting to see whether the squirrels have discovered the bulbs and dug them up to feed on. It becomes obvious in the daffodil-free sections of lawn when they surviving flowers bloom.

Our local Cooper’s hawk stopped by this morning to perch on the crossbar of the bird feeder hanger in the back. Hopeful, I’m guessing, to snatch one of the many dozens of little birds who rely on our feeder. Occasionally we do find leftover feathers in the yard from a hawk meal. It’s funny to see how the little birds all flutter back instantly the second our hawk friend flies off. The hawks also take frogs from our pond. I’m looking forward to the froggy spring chorus in another month or so.

I’ve always been intrigued by the older homes in my town, some of which have historical markers out front. This house in particular I’d love to see the inside of. I walk past it on my way to the cemetery and often stopped to look at it. Do the owners ever see me from their windows staring from the sidewalk and wonder what crazy lady this is? Other sights from today’s walk: the sliced up skeletal remains of a once massive tree whose roots had been dislodging a neighbor’s driveway.

Tonight I gave another book presentation for the Rumi Forum. If you missed it, check it out on YouTube.