Hotel Sex

It's the final days of April here on the prairie and before I know it, I'll be turning the page over to a new month on the calendar.  Remember how slowly time seemed to pass when we were all kids?  December especially used to be this giant death march, each minute tick-tock-tick-tocking slowly until Santa finally arrived.  But as I age, it seems that each year swirls by faster and faster.  Right now I've been hurled into the eye of a hurricane that's called Spring.  The pea and the spinach seeds were planted two weeks ago and the forecast is looking warm enough for me to consider adding beets, onions and leaf lettuce to the mix.  Oh, I can taste them already.    

Here's the blue sky and that gorgeous sunset which I snapped yesterday.   You can't HELP but feel good when Mother Nature is knocking at your door with such beauty.  There's so much to love during this time of year.  There's the garden, getting my hands in the dirt and watching things grow.  I love watching the spring weather swirl around me and feeling hope for days where I can go outside in my shirtsleeves.  I love all of the birds that show up here.  Naturally, this includes the eternal font of geese. 

Here on the prairie, we have thirty-five acres and two ponds.  When a Canada goose and his mate fly overhead, I'm convinced that he sees a giant flashing "Ramada Inn" sign.  He is, after all, FRENCH-Canadian and right below him lies the possibility for some great hotel sex.  With one eye glued to the pond, Pierre looks over at Monique and before you can say, "Voulez-vous couchez avec moi ce soir?", he honks out the suggestion, "Oh, LOOK, Sweetheart, they have water beds!!!"   And down they swoop down into the pond and here they stay.  
  

Yup, sex is pretty much rampant here on the prairie in April.  To your left is Exhibit #1: four of the cutest little yellow puffballs that you shall ever see.  And to the right, four beautiful bluebird eggs that hopefully will hatch, any day now.  If we're really, really lucky, in a few short weeks, we will have trained those baby bluebirds to come up to our front porch and feast on mealworms, which we raise in our basement.  We set the worms out in a little terra cotta dish and from our living room, we watch Mommy and Daddy bluebird feed their young.  It's a sight to behold here, all unfolding as another month of the calendar is about to embark upon us, swirling at the speed of light.  From the looks of things around here, it's time to switch on the sign that says "No Vacancy." We're full up at the inn.