The Carolina wrens on our porch hatched and fledged, looking for a brief time like tiny grumpy things.

This one thought he could get in through a window, and tried valiantly but fruitlessly for 10 minutes.

The trees above our back deck around the time of the Pollen b o m b. That’s our name for the week in Spring where everything under the sun suddenly becomes covered in a layer of yellow-green.

The pillowcase dresses become everyday, along with very bright shoes. 😉

New plants on my windowsill. Our “forest” has entirely leafed now. We won’t see the house down the hill from us from this window now until very late fall.

And suddenly, we all want to be farmers again.