Waxwings.

 One day a year, always in October when the neighbors Dogwood tree has fruit on it. The Waxwings come. For ten minutes they gorge on berries. Then they are gone. Won't see another one until next year.

Falling into Fall

 

Holy S****, We're back

 

This N That

 

Happy Moms Day

 

Spring is in the Air, or Something