A few days ago, while climbing the stairs to my door, I stopped, head tilting to the side, to listen to a bird call I'd not heard before. I recognized the call as being new to the yard but, of course, I couldn't identify the bird. And I couldn't spot the bird. But I'm hearing it now as I sit in the living room.
I miss being in the yard. The weather is particularly dreary this winter. I'm afraid to see what's going on in the yard anyway. Overgrown this and that and overwatered everything. Damage assessment will have to come soon. And soon it will be time to prepare the seeds and get some soiless mix and clean out the seedling trays and fire up the grow lights. Scary and exciting at the same time.