A pair of mourning doves are making a nest under my kitchen window. There is constant activity as they bring twigs and grass from the yard to the bush and weave it all together to make a nest.
Four kittens were born last night in a basket in my dad's garage: two gray ones, two gray-and-white ones.
The hollyhocks are beginning to grow.
The days are longer and longer. Midsommar Dag will be here before we can blink!
Prom. I saw the limousines.
The sailing season has begun.
