The spring season is visibly underway… save today’s snow. The greens are rising, and the flies are out. …And so are the ants. It’s ant season. I’ll spare you photos of those little bastards.
Not only are we seeing sprouts but plants in early stages.
And new grass.
The tulips just outside the USM Portland library entrance are coming along nicely. The cigarette butts littered around the bench are the opposite of nice. (Read: No Smoking!)
Pine cones “litter” some of the Deering Oaks park.
We had blue skies for several days. Now it’s been more cloudy and rainy, lately.
The snow is overall disappearing, despite the rain and snow-turned-rain, and… again, today’s snowfall.
The white stuff has yet to disappear completely.
Some days, the tide’s low. One day, we saw seagulls opening the shelled animals (clams?) that the outgoing tide left behind via dropping them from a height. (Don’t underestimate the intelligence of seagulls; your bag o’ chips may inexplicably disappear if you leave them out. Or any bags, really.)
Gray skies won’t deter the birds.
…and neither will the ice. Ducks mind the snow and winter weather… but that seems to be it, from what I’ve seen.
It’s been warm enough for the Canadian geese to show up. They were less frightened by the presence of people walking by.
Hey, where’s the birdhouse?
“Hey, this is my food,” barks the squirrel. (My mother sprinkles peanuts at the park.)
Soon enough, the cherry blossoms will… well, blossom.
The living room plant keeps getting taller and taller.
In other things, I’m about to get my first state ID in the mail. (And no, I’m not literally the snowbird pictured above. But it would be hilarious for this photo to be on my ID.) Getting my life going is something I should’ve done a long time ago, but it’s way too easy for things to stagnate around here… as I’ve said way too many times in this blog. Things are now moving and heating up, though, and I need to appreciate what I have instead of chasing dead ends.
Opening bank accounts, and all the other “adult” things… are pending. I’ve been too old for too long not to move forward. It was always the “how do I get there?” that gets in the way, when living in practical isolation.
Anyway. It’s Friday, and my mind isn’t running at full speed. It’s best I wrap this up, and say: have a good evening, dear reader! 🙂
Until next time…