Black birds slow and softly breaks a glass of wine

I stopped and listened to the black birds the other day when I was walking the dog. And the day before yesterday when I was pickning nettles (ain't I housemotherly?) I heard their warble in the greenery. It's kind of peaceful listening to bird song.
I'm thinking about searching out a place somewhere among newly awakened birches (oh, such poetry) and just sit for a while. Maybe bring my diary. Enjoy the sun, listen to the birds, watch harmless bugs wander over plants and dead leaves.
I just hope the bugs from hell (also known as ticks!) will leave me alone. I hate ticks! But I won't let them stop me. After work on Sunday I think I'll go find myself a place where I can sit and smell the flowers. Maybe I'll bring my camera too. I haven't used it for a while. Perhaps I'll capture I black bird...

Every journey begins with a single step...

I don't know how long this blogging journey will last, but at least I'll give it a try. I wont put my soul into this, so don't expect deep discussions or political arguments or what ever. And I'm not into fashion... I'll post now and then, about this and that. I'll probably be able to count the monthly readers of this blog on my fingers. But that's fine. I'm not aiming at the masses. I'll do this as a pastime and to write nerdy things about Ryan Adams and his, in my opinion, genius.

Now I'm off to Easter dinner. Peace out.