spring | Love, Laughter, and Life

March 20, 2026
by Angie 2 Comments

Haiku Moment: swirls

welcome, you

tempestuous swirls of a

dress called Spring

swirls by Angie Quantrell

Happy 1st day of spring!

May 15, 2025
by Angie 10 Comments

Haiku Moment: flycatchers

Flycatcher parent waiting for me to not look while it feeds the nestlings. My car antenna is a convenient perch for such activity.

mournful calls echo

as watchful parents dash, dart

flycatchers nest here

flap, crack-winged warning

startles, drives out predator

hoping for a snack

poofed fledglings appear

flapping, dropping, flight attemps

offspring launch from home

Both parents cling tightly to the fence in the wind, wishing I would go away and they could catch bugs (yay) and feed the babies. It’s hard to capture them still! Wind does not help.

flycatchers by Angie Quantrell

The clearest shot of the female (I believe). The wind is pushing up her chest feathers.

Every year for the past 7-8, we’ve had a pair of flycatchers nesting in the parking shed. It’s fascinating to watch them. And they eat flies (and all sorts of flying insects). Win-win for us.

May 7, 2025
by Angie 2 Comments

Haiku Moment: crabby grass

the more I dig deep

frustration builds, anger grows

why it’s called crab grass

crabby grass by Angie Quantrell

Yakima Valley

April 23, 2025
by Angie 3 Comments

Haiku Moment: disturbed

enjoying nibbles

but earthbound human disturbs

spring morning delight

disturbed by Angie Quantrell

April 2, 2025
by Angie 2 Comments

Haiku Moment: spring fashion

cotton candy fluff

buzzy busy bees adorn

pink tree spring fashion

spring fashion by Angie Quantrell

Lateral A, Yakima Valley

I was inspired to write this haiku after I read this poem by Danna Smith.

March 21, 2025
by Angie 2 Comments

Haiku Moment: gone

just last week I saw

beauty stretching from chaos

today empty holes

free blooms for taking

but leaving crushed leaves and trash

my eyes in despair

gone by Angie Quantrell

Yakima Valley

See the former beauty here.

March 16, 2025
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Soon, my flowering quince will look like this! The buds are there, hints of lovely color peeking out. The beauty of spring is refreshing. Gazing at blooms is such a peaceful activity. Maybe that’s why they say to stop and smell the roses. And, I’ll add, gaze in wonder as you inhale.