March 2021

It’s that time again when I look back a year and select twenty glimpses from the same month a year ago to see what is coming. Looking forward to birds and poppies.

The photos have been left in the order as taken on purpose, so that you can stroll through the month with me as it happened, counting birds, bestias and flowers, especially poppies, because really, there was not much else to do.

Just right for today as it is March 8th, International Women’s Day. My flowers – the best kind as they are still growing – go to all the women since all of us are still growing all the time as well, and I don’t mean (only) in waist.

A few surprises are included, especially that red delivery. Don’t you love it when it’s just in time.

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  This tree is still sleeping.

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  This one is bursting forth (I’m not sure about the variety).

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  Here you are! I thought you’d never come. Be a Porsche in the land of Ferraris. (No relation, just a surprising view from our garden, especially in pandemic times.)

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  This one has been teasing me for a while before I got it. It’s a hoopoe. It makes a pretty sound and wing pattern in the air.

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  On the way to the beach. (It’s behind the camera. You can see that the sea is almost higher up than these fields. They will be the first to go.)

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  Contemplation room.

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  Hey there! Are you a wild child or a pet? Other rabbits are different.

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  You are so pretty. Since I’m not a bird expert, I give them Italian names. This one looks like a Giovanni.

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  I always admire this growth when I pass it. I wish to be one of these flowers.

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  The top of a tall tree.

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  The pandemic made me do my best not to run out of subjects.

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  Here we go! The first poppy: March 23 2021. It looks like a true fighter, beating all the odds. Just like Luka and the Mavs. (They are 5:0 in the last five games.)

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  A cocktail sunset.

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  One (1) insect.

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  Hurrah! Another inviting neighbourhood.

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  She is rarely around.

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  Another new growth.

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  My friend. She always comes over and lets me rub her nose.

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  No hard feelings, bestia. You’re my BEST friend.

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  One week later, the last day of March, and the poppies have doubled.

Previous months of 2021:

• January
• February

March in previous years:

• 2016
• 2017
• 2018
• 2019
• 2020

This day in my blogging history

• 2015: The only normal people are the ones you don’t know very well.

  —Alfred Adler

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  2016: Now is the time to Mother a new story into the world. —Cathy Pagano

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  2017: Happy March 8!

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  2018: Never forget to celebrate yourself. Plus doors for other favourite women, part one.

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  2019: Make your own story

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  2020: On connections:

  There is a you-shaped hole
  in my life,
  and it takes all of you
  to fill it up. (Read all.)

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  2020: Unexpected art, especially by family, including mom’s heart art