Well, it's been a miserable few days around here. After 50 degree weather a week ago we suddenly went up to 90 degrees - and at the same time all the trees started their annual pollen deluge. Everything's yellow. Tom decided to get the cars washed on Saturday - I could've told him he was wasting his time. Just a scant time later you couldn't even tell they'd been washed.
Saturday Rachel's preschool had their annual recital. She loved her costume - they did a dance to the Pink Panther theme. It was really cute - they all had these oversized cardboard magnifying glasses. However, the dyed black feathers rubbed off on everything - all the girls had black fingers by the end. And some of them, ahem, black faces where they'd rubbed the feathers under their noses like mustaches.
Before the recital (remembering all too well last year's) I asked Rachel if she'd do one thing for me: not stick her shoes in her mouth. "Why not?" was the reply. But at least she didn't. And this year she was in the back row - not the very front.
And the most exciting thing that's happened - baby robbins! A pair built a nest in one of our azalea bushes in the backyard. I was surprised because it's quite low to the ground. Four little blue eggs. Until Monday when we noticed that there were four little baby birds.
This was the best shot I got - I used our 55-200 mm lens so I could stand back aways, but I never got all four mouths together. But trust me, they're all there.