Bimulous!

Puffy precipitous looking clouds in the sky and the trees were quiet and sullen, as though they were waiting for the burst of new life that usually comes during the next few weeks. The trees were begging for their new leaves. The precious drops of rain had sunk deeply and I could see the little nutrients golfing as to which tree would get the nitrogen from here or there. They do 18 holes and try to get the nutrients into the phloem and the xylem so that the real work of the tree can begin. Photosynthesis is happening right before our eyes and the little angels who were doing their flying practice last season remote controlling the pollen where it lies were now golfing the nutrients where they go.

Yesterday, Mother Goose nearly got hit by a car. It wasn’t funny, but I did laugh. It is always funny, to me, when premature spring fever gets under Father Goose’s feathers. He has no discretion in the least and pinched her, right out in front of everybody. She yelped and flew just short of the street. Mother Goose was just settling into their elderly sedentary relationship, when Father Goose snapped her right out of that thought. Where is this spring nonsense coming from she squealed? She is funny about those things and public displays of affection are always taboo for her. He knows this, but does it anyway. They are hilarious to watch. The goslings were tickled at how Father had made her jump so high. And it is still is a number of weeks till Spring. I wonder if he will make it through the season at this rate. He was acting old until just this morning.