3 Weeks till Spring.....the Cats are out of the bag...(so to speak)

 "The world is mud-lucious and puddle-wonderful."
                               -E.E. Cummings (1894-1962)

 Three weeks till spring. The hummers hover. The cats loll.

 The hummer drinks. Keeps an eye on you-know who.

 You know who gets bored. He snores. Hummer hums away into the wild blue yonder.

 Leftover snow. Has its grip on us. 

 Smokey from the hill licks. Frozen water. He likes  leftover snow. 

 Yet the hills are alive.With something. Always looking for a yeti.....

 "All winter long I dream of my garden.On the first day of spring I dig my fingers deep into the soft earth. I can feel its energy and my spirits soar." -Helen Hayes (1900-1993) (Actress)

Late winter fog still drifts.A reminder that winter still  has its claws.

 Hummer sits on a flushed branch . Taunting  you know who.

 You know who watches. And marvels. Hummer is  fast and brave.

 "I am sick of four walls and a ceiling. I have need of the sky. I have business with the grass." -Richard Hovey (1864-1900)(poet, playwright, translator)

"I have gathered you all here." Says Cordelia. She looks like a cloud. Or an angel.

 And you know who ,and the others, listen in rapt attention.

 But then it is time to nap. With just enough afternoon  sun in which to bask.

Sun hangs low. But not as low , as in deepest darkest winter.

 Lion Cat peers out from his hiding place.

 Snow melt has begun.  Cats are on the rise. Spring in their eyes.....

 "My favourite weather is bird chirping weather." 
               -T. Guillemets (Quote Anthologist)

PHOTOGRAPHS: 2017 M McConachie Woods, C. River, B.C.