I spent part of yesterday and today trying to tackle the weeds that have taken over my front yard. Several years ago, I dug up my entire front lawn and have been gradually working at landscaping that same space. My goal for the summer is to get the whole thing planted and mulched.
Growing up in New England, the appearance of robins always signaled the coming of spring. Here in the Pacific Northwest, robins hang around all winter. When I see a varied thrush in my backyard and hear it's fuzzy metallic whistle, it's a good omen that winter is nearly over.
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