Diagnosis: Full Blown Spring Fever (even the critters have it)

We get a little extra wacky around here when the weather begins to turn. My husband and I grew up in Michigan and fled for the sunny south. We really, really appreciate not having a white Easter“.

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Signs that spring has entered our lives.

This INSANE bird comes and tries to make a mud nest over the rocking chair that I sit and drink my coffee in. Since I cannot bring myself to take down a nest with eggs in it, I have to wage a daily war, everyday. I tried a hose to no avail. I finally took a VERY scary garbage bag and put it on a pole and shoved it up in the preferred corner. The wind shakes the plastic and it’s quite effective. Six years of beating down the bird with my clever brain, (so proud to be smarter than a bird brain). Six years of it circling my head squaking at me. How long do birds live? We all have to look at a pole for two weeks with a trash bag on it but better than bird poo on my head and in my coffee.

It’s warm out but the neighborhood pool isn’t open.

The boys start out fishing

but then want to go

turtle hunting.

They want to keep the turtles…

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…then we have have baby turtles all over the house.

Then I tell them to take the baby turtles back to the pond to their mothers.

Then they tell me they are reptiles and reptiles don’t hang around with their mom’s after they are born.

Then I end up with crying children who wish they were reptiles.

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We all feel like this

from the pollen.

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Lilly heads on over to

“Mama Abbie’s Day Spa”

for a spring haircut.

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“Mama Abbie’s Day Spa”

thinks its funny to

shave bloomers on the dog.

The dog thinks it is not funny.

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No one loves a stupid looking dog with bloomers shaved in.

Lilly hides until it grows out.

She wishes she was a reptile too.

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I cannot stop thinking about planting and flowers and trimming shrubs and planting peppers and flower pot color schemes and herbs and…

…I stop putting on makeup and don’t care what I wear.

I am pretty sure there is a reptile is living in my hair.

8 thoughts on “Diagnosis: Full Blown Spring Fever (even the critters have it)

  1. I have spring fever too! My green thumb is itching! The pollen here in NC has been horrific.
    Just posted about my spring fever yesterday if you have time to check it out. Included some pics of past flower beds as well.

  2. I especially enjoy your posts with lots of photos.
    Living up north, we still have a bit of snow. The quail have taken over the back porch. Apparently they like Angus’ dog food better than the cracked wheat and corn I’ve been scattering in the yard all winter.

    • Oh don’t get me started on the geese we have because of the pond! I feed the birds only in the winter and only where geese can’t get to the feeder droppings. They do make for some great stories including the club here telling the story of hearing Peter screaming from the proshop as a goose was helping disrobe him! Bahahaha!

    • Oh gosh, I wish flower pot dude was from my yard. I took a picture to try and copy it one day. It was at a children’s garden in our town. The rest is from my yard. Including my frog dude, RIP frog dude. That is a whole different post for another day. My husband kept saying, “everyone is Ok” when everyone wasn’t. 😉 He left his car in gear and got out to kick a basketball as it was rolling under his car and his car came within inches of going off the back of our driveway, (like cliff). He took out that entire brick column, the flowers and poor frog (and a chair and a table). Ha, ha, ha. Seriously! I had another planter and had all the rest rebuilt.

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