Spring at My House
It's been a long winter here in Eastern Ontario - indeed most of Canada and the northern United States are well and truly sick of it. But Spring is finally here and I've been seeing a lot of posts recently about the arrival of Spring and what that means to different people. As for me, I've been waiting for one thing which truly is the sign of spring at my house. And it came today.
It wasn't the fat buds on the trees and shrubs
It wasn't the miniature daffodils on the south wall of the house
Nor was it the rhubarb or green onions
No, it was none of these things. What I've been waiting for is that damn bird, aka the Northern Flicker, back from it's annual migration, banging holes in the side of my house.