On Tuesday I awoke to thunder and drizzle. And when the rain stopped, layers of bird song filled first light. Ah, I thought, spring. So I selected a spring green sweater to wear to the office--green the color of newly sprouted leaves. The temperature steadily dropped throughout the day. The next day, I awoke to silence--a fluffy blanket of snow. More spring. She takes her sweet time and titillates with surprise. We should all live our lives that way.
In a perfect world, the chattering house wren that invited me to look out the window would be under that suet basket in the photo. Oh, well.
On Tuesday I awoke to thunder and drizzle. And when the rain stopped, layers of bird song filled first light. Ah, I thought, spring. So I selected a spring green sweater to wear to the office--green the color of newly sprouted leaves. The temperature steadily dropped throughout the day. The next day, I awoke to silence--a fluffy blanket of snow. More spring. She takes her sweet time and titillates with surprise. We should all live our lives that way.
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