Spring is inevitable

It’s day 6 of the April Arts Marathon!

Mother Nature is Comedienne Number One. All those dead sticks and trees, that nasty patch of dirt… Surprise! She was just joking — NOT dead! Wildly alive! It’s happening!!!!

First hibernator to wake and bumble about the garden? Skunk! Dressed up in formal wear and over splashed with cologne, that rake!

No matter, come as you are. Everyone eats at our bird feeder. Um, except cats. There is no all you can eat bird buffet for cats. The birds are safely singing at all hours - drunk on love and their seasonal imperative.

A few years ago I had so many cats in my yard (after the bird feeder came down). Of course I thought they just loved me (one even came into my house). In general though, they scattered when I came out to say hi. I didn’t know why they liked my garden until I googled it. Apparently it was a sign I had voles or moles. Guffaw.

Oh, and also that my neighbor was feeding them!

(The art part is that this is an idealized version of my garden)

This is what I inked to loosen up today — I think the tension of yesterday’s ultimatum carried over. What a sense of tenuous relief!

Sticks (not stones, not words)