Dullness abounds-- we need color

We did the eggs-- only one was cracked-- and they are lovely. Such bright colors! And right now, I could use a lot more color. The remainders of snow are dirty and gray-crusted, the mud is dingy, the tree branches are laden with shriveled up crabapples and small twigs. The grass, while starting to green up, is still choked with the long, dead strands of last year's end-of-season bits. In a word, dull. Very. 

But the fat robin that lives in the lilac hedge (as near as I can tell, anyhow) is brilliantly red-breasted. And the gold finches are coming into their neon yellows. The red cardinal, along with his lady, have returned to the back yard; that flash of scarlet is welcome, too. 

No sign of crocuses yet. Just wind-blown trash bits and other winter detritus. It's almost time to rake and prune and so on. But not yet. Still too wet, too cold, too-- early. 

I hope you have a good day. No foolin'. 

C