You come early.You give us hope that winterIs almost past.You sing us joy.Daffodil, melted sunshine. Trumpet of butter cream.You shout spring.

Horses in the orchard Watching us pruning pecan trees. Open spaces, Sunshine and warm breezes. A beautiful sunny Sunday afternoon.

This old cage has only 4 sides and a top, with the bottom missing.  It's a holding cage for a rabbit. I thought the roll of wire and the flowerpot holders on top turned it into art, especially with the iris fronds coming up under it.