Every day, if we look and try to be present, signs of Spring can be seen.
For me today, it was the sight of 2 male/2 female bluebirds flitting through the woods at Lake Isabella. I watched for an hour as they curiously peered into tree cavities and noodled in the leaves for vittles.
The male is an impossible blue. Anyone ever read The Virgin Blue by Tracy Chevalier?
I imagine that blue when I look at a male bluebird. And his chest makes me hungry for mango chutney.
The girls are not as flashy, not as bright. But the fresh peach of her chest and the favorite- faded-jeans hue of her back just speaks in a different palette.
Just a sweet pile of bluebird.
This one added for a sialis-phile that I know.....
Mary, here's lookin' at you, kid.