|Our Carolina jasmine bush|
Tomorrow is March, and although I know very well that in Texas March can do anything to you that February can, Mother Nature seems to have graced us with spring.
Every sign is here.
This morning when Jerry left the house just as the sun was coming up, he went a few feet toward his cart and then stepped back into the house. "Come here a second," he called. I went outside and he shushed me, saying, "Listen."
It sounded like the vuvuzela drone in the World Soccer Championship last summer--thousands of tiny bees hovering around the Carolina jasmine bush, which this year, as last, is covered with so many yellow blossoms I wonder it doesn't just topple over from the weight of them.
Then after lunch I noticed that my ginger root, which I keep in a basket on the top of my kitchen counter, had sprouted. How the heck does ginger root sitting in the dark kitchen know it's spring? I wondered.
|Jerry preparing his spring garden|
I headed for my office in the Granny Charger and stopped to say hi to Anita, who was just turning into the Village Circle. I asked her about the baby kittens born three weeks ago during the ice storm when we just had to let the skittish little gray stray mama in from the bitter cold.
"Come on and see them," she said, so I turned around and followed her back to Teresa House.
|Anita, not a cat person, holds the babies|
"Looks like mama needs a little break from motherhood," laughed Anita.
How well I remember that feeling!
The kitties were nestled in their little box under the bed in the weekend staff room (so far no complaints from the weekend staff over this novelty).
After I headed back toward the office, I noticed the buzzards were back hanging around the dry pond across from the pool area. There were about 20 that I counted, which is just a whole lot of buzzards.
As an aside here I naturally had to go google, trying to find out how to denominate a "whole lot" of buzzards--you know, like an "exaltation" of larks or a "gaggle" of geese. Didn't find anything for buzzards. This will have to be pursued in due course.
|Buzzards hanging out by the pond|
|St. Austin's volunteers|
Let me know if you're in the market for a kitty. They'll be ready to go in about five weeks.