Spring is proceeding apace in this yard, despite my worst fears.
After my neighbor’s death last year, a backhoe demolished the house and nearly all the old trees along with it.
In most ways, it’s been a glorious spring anyway, despite the ceaseless hammering next door.
The spring beauties and woodland violets are nearly bloomed out now, but already other flowers have taken their place.
And yet, all spring, our yard has been bereft of nests.
Persons:
it’s, There’s
Locations:
Carolina