Spring has sprung, or squished, in...

I heard a mockingbird singing in our not-quite-leafed-out walnut tree the other day. Mockingbird song, in this part of the country, is one of the really dependable signs that "spring" has arrived. After all, we don't have snow to start melting (and yes, I do wish that for most of my East-of-here friends!) just plants that start to bloom their little hearts out.

( Miscellaneous Nattering Under the Cut for those not interested )