Spring is Blue

by Phelicity

Spring is blue - is that a strange thing to say or not? Not fur me, cause blue is my fafurite color.

I know we all notice the green grass and the yellow daffodils, not to mention the little brown bunnies, in Spring. But I notice blue.

First there is the big blue sky. Isn't it purrty in Spring, and isn't it nice to see it all blue again, not grey or white? Even the Spring raindrops that come from it are kinda blue.



Then there are the little bluebirds. We had bluebirds on the mountain where I used to live, and they came back in Spring to sit on our fenceposts and sing. Some of the birds built nests in the eaves of the porch, making them very handy to .. um, appreciate. Some built nests in the purple martin houses on long poles. But I think the bluebirds hid theirs in the trees. There were blue jays that came later, but they weren't as polite.



So many of the lovely Spring flowers are blue, too. My fafurites are forget-me-nots. And there are morning glories, delphinium, larkspur, bluebells, lobelia, bachelor buttons, pansies, some of the little violets, and lots of others, I'm sure. How many more blue ones can you think of?

The screened porch I got to go out on again in the Spring was even painted blue. Well, the humans called it grey, but it looked blue to me. I could see lots of butterflies flutter by, and some of them were blue ones.



Robins in the trees laid blue eggs in their nests, and our Araucana chickens did, too. I never saw a robin's egg, but I've seen lots of blue chicken eggs. We might even see blue Easter eggs. They can be colored if the chicken didn't do it right. And if I could dress up fur Easter Sunday, I'd have a blue dress and a blue ribbon on my Easter bonnet. In fact, I do.

It always seemed to me that Spring had a lot of my fafurite color in it. All the other colors of Spring, the pinks and lavenders and yellows, are purrty too. But in my eyes, Spring is blue.