I walked out with my grandson after he did his homework. Immediately I heard my first flock of cedar waxwings fly over. I had been wondering when I would hear them… Oh, and the bird in the flower bed… blame that on my youngest son. He brought it home many years ago. A pink flamingo painted white. This spring the white was wearing off, so I repainted it and added the black touches…
I love the white flamingo — and I enjoyed the wisteria and the bunny, too!
The poor flamingo was looking pretty bedraggled this past winter. Now, I think she’s looking kinda sexy with her black eyeliner…
The bunny is becoming a regular visitor. Tho I’m not sure there’s just one…