We had another wet cool downbut the birds don’t seem to care whether it’s coming or going…they are still out there singing their hearts out. I have to admit that I’m glad to see the cold on its way out for a while at least. We bought a few flowers…let’s pray they escape the curse of my notoriously black thumb. Potted gardens seem to be our best bet…if nothing else it’s nice for now. If only these things flourished as well as the wild stuff in the field. Out there everything seems very hearty and self reliant. I love the sights and sounds of the pond. There are frogs that relentlessly croak away but I’ve yet to catch a glimpse of them in the tall grass. The ditch has been quite high with all the moisture recently. The pastoral fields beyond beckon with quite beauty. Birds of a handful of varieties chirp the day away. Simple Montana bouquets flourish here and therewhile we are like these dandelion seeds …almost ready to take flight to Florida come Monday morning.