A new kind of wren in the neighborhood starts singing these winter days well before 7am sunrise. The mallow and cranesbill weed seeds have sprouted in the back 40 and formed a lush spring-like mat underfoot. The stump that swarmed with bees in May is now a planter.
Every couple of days a bit of rain falls to keep the green going, then last night freezing temperatures sneaked in while we weren't watching. At 10am this morning I discovered the bird bath filled with semi-solid rain water.
The strawberry tree has dropped its bell shaped flowers all over the patio furniture
while bright new blooms are popping out all over.
The bluebird box waits patiently for its family to return as an aloe arborescens flower spike stands guard.
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