The feeder and ground around it were full today. Finches. Mostly goldfinches, but some house finches and purple (really red) finches, too. A cardinal or two. The occasional junco. They were so numerous and loud, I could listen to their chatter from my bedroom.
Rained off and on. Temperature in the low 60's.
The fields are green and a few trees hint of new leaves, but we are not yet at the "greening up the mountain" stage (as it is called around here, very accurately I may say).
In the garden: radishes are coming up, lettuce and spinach sprouting, onions doing well. Besides the daffodils and grape hyacinths, a few tulips, phlox, even azalea blossoms. The hydrangea leaves are pushing through the ground. Rosemary and thyme returning.
Tonight, watching the light fade on the ragged, rain-clouded mountains and listening to the peepers, I feel the need to record these trivial matters of the day. Call it my gardener's journal. Call it a personal almanac. Call it what you will. It calls to me to write it down.
And so I have, for you.