This is my favorite time of the year. Not the allergy part of it, but the birds and blooms. I love finding bird nests in our trees each year and watching them develope. Below is the first robins nest of the season. Look how perfectly the eggs sit in the nest. This year it was in the fir tree at the corner of the house. It's usually in the weeping cherry tree. Their nest is always a little bowl in the middle. This time the outside wasn't constructed with the amount of mud as before.

Now just two days later this is what has appeared. Two tiny babies. Yesterday, Simon told me in the morning that Sydnee had picked up one of the babies. Hmmm. Sure enough later in the day I went to get more pictures and all were gone. No eggs, no shells, no baby birds and no mother bird chirping in the background. I found Sydnee to find out what she may have known. At first she told me she didn't have a clue where they were. Then she took me to her bedroom closet and started searching, and then just looked at me and laughed "nope, not here!" Then she went to her drawer. Same thing. She kept acting like she was really looking for something,but then would tell me she didn't know anything. In the end, no birds. I guess in a few days I will either smell something in her room, or she will fess up.


This is the clematis in my front bay window. This thing has gotten huge and blooms like crazy.

This is the barn swallow nest on the front porch. They come every year and we get two broods through the season. They are so photogenic too. Mike had even built a little shelf for them to make their nest a little easier. It's hard to get the egg pictures because there is only about 3" of space to get my camera in. So I can't see the eggs until I see the picture of them. Can't get my head turned up there. After their born you'll be able to see how they line up in the nest. I can stand about 4-5 feet away and take their pictures afte they open their eyes. But for now here are the eggs.

Here is papa bird watching over things.


Here are the roses at the end of my house. This one is the one the kids got me for Mothers Day a couple of years ago.

This one is Aunt Lena's bush. She was 1 mo short of her 102nd birthday when she passed away. This bush came from her yard. So I would say it's at least 50 years old. I can't believe it made it. When I planted it, it was in rock hard dirt and the stems were all dried up. But it has turned out beautiful.
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