Procreation. Really it is all about procreation. All the excitement. Twice yesterday while working in the garden I literally had to duck because one of the male hummingbirds was graced with a female audience in the cherry tree and absolutely had to perform some of his best “look at me girls and how virile I am” swoops while his iridescent greenness flashes in the sun.

Needless to say, I don’t have any photos of this.

Nor do I have photos of the same hummingbird explaining to one of the male finches why he cannot possibly land on this cherry tree. I almost got sideswiped in that deal too.

The wrens are dropping down from above to gather sticks for their nests. Sometimes it takes them quite a bit of time to get them into their house but they usually make it happen. Not so much the swallow that is trying to move into the Martin House. When she drops the stick, she just flies away – not to be seen again for hours.

Some days I would like to be like her. A free spirit or so she appears.

But I suck at “relaxing”. I am truly grateful to be able to do all the things I can do. I can think up even more things to do while doing things.

As I planted the 2nd bag of onions, I told myself I will give all my kids some beautiful home grown onions this fall. Then as I planted the 3rd bag of onions, I told myself I will give all my kids some nice little bundles of green onions.

Now I am trying to remember if any of them like onions or if I am about to become known as the “onion lady” instead of the “pepper lady” at the food bank this year.

The mares are at the breeding farms. I miss the babies a lot. It is raining. I don’t have to water gardens. Perhaps I’ll make a pot of coffee, sit on the deck, listen to the rain and spend a little time enjoying this bursting of life and procreation called spring.