She gave it a shot. Nesting under the eaves on our front porch. But, upon second thought, she decided not to take the risk. At least, I hope that’s what happened.

In other news, this spring had been brutal on many plants. California is going through menopause with brutal hot flashes followed by stormy temper tantrums. The weathermen don’t even seem to know what to expect. It should be called Global Confusioning.

This poppy plant survived.

From one my all-time favorite Beatles albums, a song about fleeting relationships which always reminds me of sitting by the fire on a snowy night a very long time ago.