The hustle and bustle of a yard

Spring has sprung. The former owners of this house were blessed with green thumbs and now I get to enjoy the fruits of their labor. There are roses every shade of pink and with the window open the breeze blows their sweetness right in. There are bumble bees and butterflies flitting around all the other flowers that I will probably never learn to identify - a lot of different purple, pink and yellow ones. The cactus is budding, the pecan trees are finally waking back up. My yard is full of happy birds pecking at the moldy bread I just threw out. Puff is sitting on the widow sill wishing he could catch a fat bird. Everything is beautiful today - with the exception of the angry man who just pulled up across the street and is cussing loudly into his cell. Weirdo, get outta my hood.