Today's post is brought to you by the color yellow.
Bright. Sunny. Yellow.
You see... Spring visited (visited, as in temporary) us on Friday and Saturday.
To say those days were glorious is an understatement.
They were magnificent.
Warm, sunny, breezy...
birds singing, bees buzzing, buds opening...
We revelled in the warmth and rolled in the grass.
And then it was gone.
Spring is a vixen.
She's a temptress, a tease.
She gives us a taste and leaves us wanting for more.
Once again we are plunged into what feels more like February than April.
It's cold and wet and gloomy and not Spring-like at all.
except, She left behind some yellow.
Yes, yellow... the first sign that more is to come.
Forsythia by the old log cabin...
Daffodils at the edge of the woods...
(who, for the past 6 months have worn a drab coat of tan)
It always amazes me how goldfinches have the ability to change the color of their feathers...
from brilliant yellow sunshine to drab olive tan...
and vice versa, in just a matter of weeks.
It's just another one of those little miracles that so often goes un-noticed.
Our world is full of tiny miracles like this... we need only open our eyes!
By Saturday I had feared that today's post might be a sad one.
You see, our house kitty, Ivy, who is an indoor cat who spends her days indoors and outdoors,
went out Thursday evening.
Normally, if she goes out at night, she is always home the next morning.
Friday came and went... and no Ivy.
By Friday night we were growing despondent...
afraid that perhaps Ivy had fallen prey to a predator.
Luckily, she returned home very early Saturday morning.
I am assuming she took an extended hunting trip... as she was none the worse for wear.
I am happy and relieved that today's post has no bad news.
Although tiny in stature, this kitty is large in personality
and apparently quite capable.
I will be away from the farm all day today... in town taking care of one of our
two legged littles who is sick.
Thankfully, Hubbs will be holding down the farm.