Pretty In Pink…

           Went to the writing shed to write something. I did sort of have a plan to write more on a murder mystery idea that has been brewing in my brain but then I got side tracked by the view. The crabapple trees were nine days later blooming this year when compared to 2016. I only know that because of a series of memories that popped up on Facebook.
            In 2016 the blooms on the trees appeared on April 16th. This year (2019) the blooms didn’t start to open until April 25th. I’m not sure of the significance of that but the two cyclone bombs and lingering winter probably didn’t help. Today is April 30th and the blossoms are simply stunning. I think it might be the most beautiful I have ever seen it – or maybe I say that every year.
            I purposely placed the shed windows so I would have adequate light but limited distractions.  It works quite well on most days but today I am distracted and pleasantly so. This particularly breathtaking view will only last a brief amount of time.  In a day or two the blossoms will begin to fall and then in a blink of an eye the ground will be covered in pink and the tree will green in earnest.
            The branches of the tree sway gently in the breeze – catching my eye often.  The pink called to me – “you better enjoy me while you can”. Phone in hand, I left the shed and wandered through the garden. I was busy snapping pictures, attempting to capture the spectacle of it all. The stunning awesomeness and beauty of Spring… and then I saw it – a bird nest.  
            No one seemed to be home but I am pretty sure this is a new, 2019 addition to the garden. Oh, I hope it is a Robin’s nest. For two years a Robin family had made their home on top of an old cupboard on the patio. We watched the Mama lay her eggs and patiently keep them warm. Once the babies hatched, you would see both parents feeding their hungry young. Rai and I watched as the babies grew, fighting for their parent’s attention. We worried about the little one who always seemed to lose out to the larger and feistier siblings. We cheered when they finally flew away – although it seemed to soon and we missed them when they were gone.  
            ​The birds probably built their nest in the backyard with the hope of being free of our intrusion.  Sorry birds – you built that nest directly above the garden and just a few feet from my deck swing. Rai and I will certainly try to be respectful of your space. I’m just hoping Daddy Bird doesn’t get his knickers in a wad and try to tell Rai and I where we can or can not go in the garden – oh, I hope it is a Robin’s nest.  
            ​​Hopefully… to be continued…