Weather changes reign. Sometimes snow, sometimes sun.
All creatures adapt. Last week we went from a 70-degree day to a 7-inch blizzard.
When the robins had no access to my birdbath, where they usually get their water, they took to the streets where traffic had reduced the snow to puddles.
I had never seen that before.
And I believe this is the first year that my dandelions have emerged before my tulips.
At least they provide a spot of color as green seeps back into my world.
Green is so welcome. Every day it gathers strength, first transforming beige lawns then gradually adding a haze of leaves on the trees.
The pace of transformation accelerates.
And is so welcome.
Poetry, Mim, this is poetry. Thank you. I feel like I'm there watching.ReplyDelete