It's been a real naturalists' day. We turned the garden, bought a bird bath and watched baby robins peek up from their nest on the front porch. Convincing the Mister not to take down the nest when mama Robin was building tooking some talking. "Oh, look at her," I'd coo. "It's just instinct," the former farmboy would stress.

But I saw a Mother's love as she dragged each twig and now as she is perched with a bit of worm over 3 hungry beaks I am mesmerized. The beauty of creation right out the windowpane. What a show! Which brings me to the wonder of freshly turned dirt. The aroma, not quite perfume, is the smell of summer. It's goodness encapsuled in a scent.

Maybe that's why I love farmers markets...they have a connection to the good earth that is unmistakable. Although today we did plant our own veggies, the chance of bringing in a harvest is a defiant act of hope. We're hoping Bambi and cohorts who call our garden their salad bowl may lessen up this year.

Hope you're buzzing in your garden. Or do go lsiten to the birds.