Hope

With the sun trying to make its way around the clouds, the world is aglow in my backyard.  The fresh raindrops cling to the green, green grass.  Irises with purple and yellow petals stand tall in the corner, almost commanding attention from anyone who enters their space.  In the trees with their new budding leaves, the birds sing to each other.  Or is it a warning?  Cardinals with their bright red feathers fly from one tree to another.  The female, camouflaged with her brown body, is near.  Are eggs in a nest?  There was a blue jay yesterday who visited my garden.  Blue jays have such a ferocious reputation!  I later found feathers scattered by the fence.  The sun streaks across my window in a moment of triumph.  There is hope for a better day.