Even Educated Fleas Are Doing This Spring Thing

I'm trying to be ready for a departure to Syracuse mid-week, so I've had myself locked behind the laptop, getting on top of presentations on Monday and Tuesday, the poetry slam on Wednesday, and then the drive to Central New York.

I took Glamis for a walk later in the afternoon yesterday, and although I still had to dress warm, I realized the buds have got it in gear and are popping on the trees. The birds, too, are back at it. They wake me up at 4 a.m. singing outside my window, and even while I went for a walk, I realized, "It's that time of year."

It's bird pornography, actually. They are on the streets, fluttering at my head, and even in the bushes doing what it takes to make eggs before they launch themselves on this or that tree (or in the eaves of my house). They have no shame, as Alice and Charlie used to say about the $#@#*&% doves that used to be on their front porch.

With the longer days and warmer weather, it is also easier to imagine outdoor activities. I was excited that my credit card points were cashed in last week and Home Depot cards arrived yesterday in the mail. My lawn needs work and I want to continue to build an outdoor garden for the bugs and hummingbirds. I may even paint the porch so it is ready for barbecue and cookouts (which will be here before I know it).

They are calling for temperatures in the 80s by Tuesday, and I am hoping to find time to enjoy it, if only slightly given the busy schedule.

I love my walks with Glamis. It is so much better than watching black text fly across the piano keyboard that is typically my life. I need to find a way to type while moving parts other than my fingers.