The ladybug doesn’t lie. It’s “unseasonably warm” today, but not for long. The approaching cold front’s humid gusts have filled the yard with hyacinth perfume, and an electric sense of unease.
On a normal day, I might see two or three seagulls soar over my yard. Today I see dozens. They seem to be fleeing inland.
An angry chorus of crows, as they drive away a hawk, echoes the air’s tingle and buzz.
The sky changes from moment to moment, from frame to frame. It’s unsettling. Perhaps I’ll join the dog as she paces and frets along the leading edge our first spring storm.
As life changes (even as it seems to stand still), moment to moment, frame to frame. So much to be seen just by looking up.
Or looking down…for such a interesting view of a hyacynth.
Thanks for sharing!
You’ve certainly captured this day in February in word and picture! I could feel it. The uneasiness, the uncanny, the weird. You did it artfully, Rae. I was too busy watching the TV meteorologists tell me we were going to be blown away and uncluttering my closet so I could sit there with my flashlight and radio and pillow to put over my head, like that would rescue me when the tornado (that didn’t come) hit!
joining you in being a skywatcher.. I hope your storm isn’t too bad.. in agreement that the fragrance of hyacinth is intoxicating.