Spring, in case you didn’t notice, arrived a few weeks back on March 20th. Here in Southwest Florida it is difficult to detect spring and fall. Both seasons slip seamlessly in and out each year without providing any real “ah” moments in weather conditions. Summer temperatures begin around this time of year and will pretty much heat things up until October. November through March are the months during which we like to call our frigid friends who live up north and tell them how outrageous the weather is down here.
I do miss spring and fall, however. If for anything, they provide a sense of timing. Often it is difficult remembering when certain events took place. Clothing, annual flowers and changes in temperature concurrent with the changes in seasons provide blips on the radar to help clue you in when and where certain things took place. Where we live memories can get lost in indistinguishable timetables with no particular climate.
Then there are the animals. They left last fall and, much to Rosemarie’s delight, returned over the past few weeks. We’re talking field rabbits, ducks and a huge flock of birds including Morning Doves, Grackles, Threshers, Blue Jays, Moorhens, Red-Headed Woodpeckers, Mocking Birds and Cardinals.
Now, while all these arrivals have been going on outside, there’s been several departures inside. It’s been a rough year in our little household because it got even smaller. Bill the Dog died, Toni the Cat moved to Denver with our one granddaughter, and our attempt to keep three Parakeets thriving in the corner of our kitchen failed miserably. Consequently, we are pet-free for the first time in years. “Oh happy days,” sez I, although Rosemarie’s sentiments are to the contrary. She’s totally pet-friendly
But hey now…there are the birds! Rosemarie’s maternal instincts have taken flight ever since our feathered friends began returning. Each day she sets out saucers filled with wild bird seeds under the bushes just outside our screened-in patio. She hangs a bird feeder higher up but most of the birds prefer eating at ground level where they find a rabbit joining them most days. Rosemarie, meanwhile, has mastered recognizing most of the birds and has even assigned a name to many of them. They all seem to go along with it and why not? She’s their meal ticket straight through to next fall. That’s a good feeling. I know, because Rosemarie took me under her wing years ago.