Ah...Spring

It's my favorite kind of morning - everything is damp and fresh after a hard rain. The flowers are beginning to bud, though it seems as if even the raindrops clinging to their stems are too heavy, so they bend slightly, as if even they feel it's too early for a Sunday morning. And out on the deck under the feeder, a male and female cardinal pick up seed that has spilled and feed eachother, looking for all the world like a young couple in love, oblivious to their surroundings as they kiss.