I’m grateful for the first mountain bluebird this year, in the driveway – then another – a pair! I’m grateful for crocuses that won’t quit. I’m grateful that even while the human world went so topsy turvy over the past year, ineluctable spring just keeps coming: nothing will stop her, as though nothing else matters.
Wow. Gorgeous bluebird and crocus portraits. Thank you for posting.
We’ve had a few pairs of Western Bluebirds in our neighborhood this season. Every sighting makes me think, “No wonder there’s a song called ‘The Bluebird of Happiness.'”