The other day I told you about a simple parking area I pulled into to turn around. After reverse, when I put the car into "drive" I spotted a well worn Bluebird nesting box.
Eastern Bluebirds always make me smile, so even seeing the box in the distance brought on a warm, fuzzy feeling.
Riding with the driver's side window open because of our glorious, warm days lately, the all too familiar "music" began.
When I tell you they were everywhere, they were everywhere.
So, I did what any other patron of the arts would do.
Opening all the windows, I shut off the car and listened to the concert.