Is this Alaska or. . . . .?

This winter of our discontent . . . . As I write, a convergence zone hangs over our beautiful island. Damp. Cold. Dreary – and it’s May. However, on my way home, I look forward to watching the osprey, as she and her mate, now safely returned from their winter travels, repair their nest on the telephone pole. At home our hummers are slugging it out over the carbs in our feeders. Their tiny bodies must have lots of energy food in these cold days. We need to enjoy watching them and listening for their little engine-motors over our heads, while we can. When the flowers bloom this summer, the liquid in those feeders will develop mold quickly, from disuse. As they peer outside our dining room and watch our rabbit parents mowing down grass right by the window, our dogs are tortured with their anxiety over this failed hunt. These rabbits are not for eating! We have seen one tiny, tiny rabbit baby as well. Over our house, the eagle pair who nest only a mile from us at ocean’s edge, are looking for food or just doing eagle soaring things. All things considered, maybe I’ll stick with Robin Williams who said, “Spring is nature’s way of saying, ‘Let’s party,’” rather than Shakespeare!