The sky is dull gray, the air damp and chilly. It’s almost as if our lost winter has found its way home, at last, and means to stay a while. Except, there are all these flowers…
The robin doesn’t appear to be worried, though she is sticking close to the nest. Perhaps I’ll follow her lead.
Winter made another run through the yard last night, and today finds me yearning for the sun-filled, dragonfly days of summer. This photo, from last July, was one of the first I took with my iPhone camera. I was experimenting with the Photoshop Express application…
I’ve had my windows open most of the day, which means every surface in my house is coated with a thick yellow layer of pollen. The weather radar is turning yellow, too, with bright splashes of red…
A few nights ago, twilight brought a moment of crystalline clarity. The yard turned a warm, monochrome blue. Today, an odd midday fog washed everything blue again, but it was a cheerless, grainy blue. Dandelions folded, tree limbs drooped, and the only creatures that stirred were a pair of restless seagulls over a nearby pond. Both scenes reflected my mood, eerily accurate manifestations of changing emotional weather. How’s the weather, where you are?
Yesterday evening my back yard was the rainbow, my front yard the pot of gold.
Rae Spencer 