Even more, a heaping serving

Of little things....

Waking up way before dawn and suddenly remembering that you forgot to bring in the bird feeders last night....

Gettinguprealquick and going downstairs to find them still there. Untouched. 

Look like raccoon tracks to me....dagnabbit....

Something has been carrying them away. Something with hands dexterous enough to grasp a thin string, from which one was hanging in the Honey Locust, and drag it up into the tree to eat the suet. Something that carried away my little green Linda feeders and left them dismantled and empty. Something....I am thinking coon. This has been quite frustrating.

Washing the dog jackets to put them away. A dog in a coat is a little bit embarrassing for this farm wife...but he hasn't much fur and it has been a long, cold winter.

Roses and wine from our middle daughter...just because. Orange roses, carefully chosen because she thought the color would suit me. They are both vibrant and elegant and so pretty, like lights on a lighthouse shining out to sea....only they are shining from the windowsill over the kitchen sink where I seem to spend so much time. And sangria. I do like me some sangria now and then.

A clean, freshly-bedded, nice and fluffy, wonderfully welcoming dog run in which to park a lively Border Collie for a couple of hours until he runs off some energy. Yay, oldest kid. Good job!

A dawn chorus. Oh, there are only a few singers represented so far, a dozen or so American Robins, Song Sparrows, Northern Cardinals. and not much else really, but the joyous noise is sure welcome. In a few weeks it will be a challenge to pick out all the notes, but for now the simple country songs are easy on the ear and promising of spring, even though it is frog belly cold and windy as Kansas out there.

And last but not least....

Good coffee....