So I'm draining my hot tub to clean it because Keith's coming back from many days camping, and I see a tree waving around in the water, and the yard is full of birds singing (or twerping or whatever) and so I go in to get the camera.
The tree had gone still, but I dropped the stopper and pulled it out (which is what caused the motion before) and started making this little movie. I was surprised at how much bird noise there was.
There's the hot tub, and the lilac bushes that are starting to bud out (I drained most of the tub there) and then the wood pile and the truck and the sun reflections in my dusty lens, and then the trees I planted from seed (not those big Arizona cypress but the dead-looking-but-not-dead trees) and the stairs up to the deck outside and then the dog door, which goes through where a window was.
Not very exciting.
Then I realized I could understand what the birds were saying! Or at least I could extrapolate a likely message: "Hey, monkey—if you're awake and you're outside, why are the birdfeeders empty!? HeLLO..."
Above, breakfast bread pudding just before and after it sunk (they all do), made February 12 for Keith and Marty to take camping.
Below, decorating cupcakes with Mary Ann and Sarah Malkoff on Valentine's Day (they brought the cupcakes and decor).