We’re getting an early spring here in southwest Ohio–days in the 50’s and 60’s–which is perfect for spotting nesting owls
and for locating woodland ephemerals.
So, although my second draft is lagging well behind where I planned and there’s always promotional work waiting for my attention, that’s what I’ve been doing.
Spring fever always makes me think of this poem:
I Meant To Do My Work Today
by Robert La Gallienne
I meant to do my work today—
But a brown bird sang in the apple tree,
And a butterfly flitted across the field,
And all the leaves were calling me.
And the wind went sighing over the land,
Tossing the grasses to and fro,
And a rainbow held out its shining hand—
So what could I do but laugh and go?
Eight Ladies Writing 
Time well spent, and beautiful photographs! Thank you for sharing 🙂
From your newsletter, it sounds like similar distractions abound where you are!
I’ve been enjoying my daily walks around the hood. Every time I see a bird of paradise blooming in somebody’s front yard, I marvel. Fun poem, too!
I remember seeing Birds of Paradise in flower beds when I attended the RWA National conference in San Diego. They’re beautiful!
Love that you caught the owl! My early spring has me shaking my head: the invasive weed hairy bittercress should not be flowering so profusely in SO many areas already. In fact, some had already gone to seed–evidenced by my being hit in the glasses as they launched seeds I hadn’t seen. I so wanted to write in the yard yesterday and tonight, but it’s out into the weeds again, trying to stem this tide!
Everything is running early. Hoping we don’t wind up losing the lilacs to frost again this year.
Or the apple blossoms. It’s hard enough for me to get apples on my 2 young trees, since their blooms don’t overlap well. Last year, though, the frosts did in my blossoms.
I’m concerned this spring will be a rerun of last year, when the lilac blossoms froze before they could bloom. It’s supposed to get doen to 25F on Thursday night.
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