Early Spring

The snow plow broke the short border fencing around my front gardens. I found the same fencing on line at Lowe's, but I needed to drive to Burlington...2 plus hours away...to pick it all up. Mary decided to keep me company. We saw this sign for a nursery and just had to stop for the picture.

Nearby were these crazy birdhouses. I assume they are for purple martins who like living in large colonies.

Here's a close-up. I have no idea why each house is numbered.

The next picture really has nothing to do with spring. It's just that for as long as I have lived in Vermont, this creature has held up the same car throughout the seasons. He watches over Route 7, the major north-south route along the western side of the state.

His right hand seems to suggest a seat, but I wouldn't want to sit there for fear my weight would tip him forward and I'd find myself on the ground under that old VW!











Bob's son, Ray, dropped by after work one evening to help me figure out a few things on my laptop. When people are willing to visit, it's a sure sign of spring--they are no longer afraid of getting lost in a snow bank.

 
When I leave the house, Jake jumps up on my bed and peeks over the headboard, watching me drive away. That same little head pops up when I return.

Below the window is the new fencing. In the foreground is one of the old posts...the poles were demolished. 


This morning Jennie was also enjoying the sunshine...

This poor Christmas wreath has seen better days...