Although it's always sad to see trees and plants, flower bulbs, that didn't survive the winter or that have been damaged, spring also is a time to assess some of the quiet positives.
While strolling with Noll, I chuckled at the sight of the bluebird house that has been claimed by a house sparrow. Only once did a family of bluebirds fledge in this house. That was one of those magical moments. I don't know if I imagined it or not, but I think the outer edges of the hole were stained blue from the birds' comings and goings. Too bad bluebirds are not want to fight for their territory. I miss them. But, the house sparrows have got a good things going on now.