Even the song birds were placing bets on the long shot. The bluebirds were hanging out over the arbor checking out the birdhouse on that structure. I was excited because we lost all of our bluebirds last year, some to the late spring cold blast and others to some predator. I suddenly realized we had not cleaned out our 10 or so houses scattered around the property this past fall and stopped the mulching to clean out bird houses while hubby tackled the thorny pyracantha. I was happy to see that most of the houses had been occupied last year. Unfortunately I had inadvertently chased off the bluebird who did not return the rest of the day.
Several more hours of yard work (meaning I did not have to justify other more boring exercise indoors) ended with cutting back the tall grasses on the retaining wall and heading inside for a well earned cup of tea and my mystery book.
Within days Mother Nature slapped me up the side of the head, reminding me how fickle spring can be.
The weather did not turn bitter cold, but the snow hung on for a day or two and with temperatures in the 70s this week I will be compelled to return outside and finish the job.