Spring Fever

After a several months of staring longingly up into the big pines. Raja finally made it. This is where he sleeps and, as you can see, he's is not that early bird who will get the worm! The sun was well up when Eeyore took this picture, and he stayed in bed awhile longer. Meanwhile:

He's as restless as a willow in a windstorm,

He's as jumpy as puppet on a string,

I'll say that he has spring fever,

Since I know it's almost spring................

My sweet Grandchildren gave me a pretty pot of tulips for Valentine's Day. They were sitting by the window with the sun striking a wonderful red in the petals, so I decided to take a picture. I was amazed when the camera saw not red, but yellow in the sunlit petals.

Here they are as my eye sees them in regular light..

And here as the camera sees them with the sun glowing not red as my eye sees it, but yellow through the petals.

A peek into the perfect, symetrical depths of one scented blossom.

As for me:

I'm starry eyed, and vaguely discontented,

Like a nightengale without a song to sing,

I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams,

I'm as giddy as baby on a swing,

And I feel so gay, in a melancholy way,

that I know it's nearly spring....

With appologies to Rodgers and Hammerstein...