April days
snow and rain
gardens grow
April days
Category: Trees
Garden Notes: Birds
We began here several years ago, and now the blog is a record of our seasons, which continues now. I thought I would look back and review some posts.
A few petunias
snapdragons, gold and white mums
the robins are gone.
Holding in my heart
as days become cold and dark
robins will return.
PEGASUS 1994 (print journal) and reprinted in a post September 22, 2018.
On Monday, we saw and heard red-winged blackbirds in Oostburg, Wisconsin. March 10, 2021
I heard, but did not see, an owl the other night.
Yesterday, I saw robins.
March 16, 2012
I saw the first robin in the yard today. March 21, 2015
early morning
and wondering
how best to work
Karl calls to me –
first robin in the yard
yesterday I saw
my first robin
Karl heard a cardinal
singing in the yard
and we followed the song
to the bird in a tree
spruce tree branches
Snow falls this winter March day, and the trees are beautiful through the seasons.
spruce tree branches
by the windows
each day a painting
poem credit:
WestWard Quarterly, Winter 2021 – Shirley Anne Leonard is the Editor, and Dr. Richard Leonard is the Publisher.
March sun
March sun
evergreen branches
in the wind
Bloganuary Prompt for January 31, 2023
Where is the best place to watch the sunset near you?
Yesterday, I listened to music and watched the day end from my study window. Usually, I write about the morning light. I thought about the evergreens and their presence through the days and seasons.
Two haiku from my archives:
treetops
in golden light
sunset
wind uplifting
the branches of trees
sunrise
Post reprinted from December 17, 2021.
Bloganuary Prompt Today
Describe your perfect birthday cake.
Bloganuary Prompt for January 28, 2023
This prompt brings back memories of working in a bakery when I was in high school. Sometimes the manager shared a beautiful cake with all of us. My father shopped at the store too. He bought rolls, and my mother baked cookies and cakes.
I am seeing some winter poems. Yesterday, snow at rest on branches, and a few are broken. Old trees and strong winds. Robins will return.
winter winds
winter winds
I wonder how many storms
the spruce tree has known
Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin 