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A February Saturday afternoon in Victoria

This is just about the best month to live in Victoria. We can gloat at the rest of Canada - it's so beautiful here! I spent the afternoon in the garden, where crocuses, primroses, and anemone blanda are already blooming and everything is green and budding and the birds are hopping about tweeting madly. This morning I saw two squirrels roaring around in a kind of steeplechase through four backyards, chattering furiously the whole way. Whether this was a mating ritual or whether one had stolen the other's ipod, we'll never know... This afternoon I pruned my blue buddleia, tied back Constance Spry, or at least made a start - she's living up to her name and needs taking in hand - and tidied the corner under the forsythia bush. Right now, as I sit here, I can see a flock of bushtits on the feeder (I always think they look like flying tadpoles, but they're cute). All's pretty okay with the world.
Tags: birds, gardening, spring

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