April Showers Bring May!



"May Flowers" in Oil Pastels

I’m lingering over my break with a cup of hot coffee and a pink marshmallow Easter Bunny before I must return to my gardening chores. I am hypnotized by the grey dove just outside of my breakfast area window. He is tossing around long strands of grass and trying to figure out which one he wants. What’s up with that behavior? Will he ever make up his mind? Finally, he finds a few that meet his liking and he flies off with a mouthful of straw. Take a few more blades of grass with you Mister Dove and come back with your friends and I won’t have to go back out to finish mowing the lawn. Which looks great, BTW, with all the way more than normal rain we got so far. Ooooops. Spoke too soon. Heeee’s Back!!


The outside menagerie is alive again with activity, now that it is Spring. One sparrow was chasing another, zooming under the front porch roof, right where I was standing, thank you very much. I actually heard and felt the whirring of his wings. Hey, “watch where you are flying, birdbrain!” I think that he was a little too preoccupied chasing the other cute little sparrow that had previously flown by. I am really glad that he did not fly into my head or anything and hurt himself. They are soooo tiny. They both landed on their favorite Japanese Maple where they love to hang around. I gave them some privacy.


Then, while I was starting the lawn mower, I thought that I saw something running almost over my feet, right between the mower and me. Had my dark sunglasses on so I wasn’t sure what was going on. Then whoosh, here comes another one. But he must have realized I was standing there cuz whatever it is, it decides to stop exactly under the mower. “Chicken”, I call him. But here’s my chance to see what’s really going on. I lift up the mower and a chipmunk races away. Glad the mower wasn’t running yet or he would have lost more than just his mate who was long gone by now.



"Path to Giverny" in Oil Pastels
"Love demands infintely less than friendship." George Jean Nathan, American author and critic (1882-1958)