Monday, April 7, 2008

Spring a Ling

I ran in shorts today, with hat, sans gloves halfway through.

It is time to order baby chicks, all female please, we are after eggs not meat.

"The cherries are growing, the cherries are growing!"

The boy with an "O" wore his fake Crocers and didn't freeze his little toes.

Hunks of metal with engines are being shifted around the yard to make room for more hunks of metal, where he gets them nobody knows.

Farmers are driving around "just checking" their fields and dreaming of this year's bounty.

I uncovered last year's weeds from this year's strawberries and it looks promising.

The asparagus is still soundly sleeping but in a few weeks the ground will rumble and the tender shoots will push their way out.

Peaches blossoms are soon to follow.

And the lilacs are considering all things beautiful.


Erin the Librarian said...

Can you tell the sex of an egg?

Mechelle said...

No, no, no. You cannot tell the sex of an egg. But some people spend their lives sexing chicks (I think my husband wishes he had that job) with something close to a 90% accuracy rate.