We're going away to a place without daffodils, but we'll be back soon.
They work fast. It was only a hole in the ground not that long ago.
For those Ballard Avenue loyalists (and we love you all) who prefer their photos uninhabited, here are some of the birch trees all by themselves.
We don't do people much here. Nothing personal, mind you. It's just not our thing. But for those beginning to think Ballard Avenue was a strangely de-populated place, here's a snapshot just for you.
They're so cute, the little crocuses (or croci, for our Latin readers). Tough little buggers, too. After weeks of rain and the biggest windstorm in years, these little guys still popped up over the weekend.
It rained over 12" in Ballard last month and since Ballard cats are so smart, we didn't see many of them out and about. So we turn to Cute Overload for our Friday fix. She's a cutie, all right, until you get a faceful of tuna breath.
There are two resident trumpeter swans on the Reserve. Here they are enjoying a bit of sun on the hillside above the pond. They reminded us of these birds.