…or at least it has been on this blog! I’ve been reading and thinking about the most depressing things: bullying, the Holocaust, the victimization of women, and now, to top it all off, a dying dog novel (which is the worst of all). It’s a good thing that I love springtime more than any other time of the year, or I’d probably be ready to drive off a cliff by Friday!
In my last post, I promised everyone that I’d write about flowers and butterflies, so that’s what I’m going to do. First of all, I’d like to mention that I’m a major butterfly fan, and if I were even more hippy dippy than I already am, I’d choose a butterfly to be one of my totem animals. I had a “butterfly experience” many years ago that helped me change the course of my life. I’m not going to go into details now, but the memory of all those beautiful little butterflies swarming around me during that pivotal time is still very fresh in my mind. The butterflies looked something like this:
They were the most beautiful creatures I’ve ever seen, and there were hundreds of them!
I live in a small stucco cottage which was built in 1950. On either side of my front door stand two ginormous choke cherry trees. They must’ve been planted right around the time the house was built, because their shallow roots extend all the way out to the sidewalk. The roots will send up little saplings all over the yard which I have to chop down several times a year. If I don’t do this, these trees will eventually “choke” out all other plant life. In spite of their annoying habit of trying to take over the world, I love my choke cherries. There’s a pair of mourning doves that park in them every once in awhile, especially during the winter:
Last summer, older daughter trimmed the tree that I can most easily see through my picture window, and, as a result, I’ve been discovering new birds. There is some type of woodpecker that goes rat-a-tat-tat on one of the larger branches every once in awhile.
As soon as she hears this, my half-wild Siamese-mix cat will jump up and perch on the windowsill and make funny little pffft-pffft sounds in the back of her throat. Nothing will distract her when she’s in her pffft mood, not even one of my vociferous dogs telling her to get down immediately!
The most interesting bird I’ve seen in the largest choke cherry is a kestrel. I saw it for the first time early one morning a couple of months ago, and it has been in the tree twice since then. I wish it would stay, because it’s so beautiful and so much fun to observe. Kestrels look like this:
Spring has been a long time coming this year, so my choke cherries are just now beginning to bud. When they are in full bloom, their blossoms will look something like this:
They’ll smell delicious too!
I want to take a break from gloom and doom books, so after I’m done with the Garth Stein novel, I’d like to read something fun and carefree. I’d like to dive into a couple of easygoing novels before going back to books that make me cry and want to drown my sorrow in drugs and alcohol (with a little bit of cutting thrown in for good measure). Do any of you have suggestions?
If you leave a suggestion in the comments, you’ll be entered in a drawing for this cute little stained glass suncatcher:
I’ll draw the winner’s name at around noon on Monday, April 20th. Happy spring!