The tulips are beginning to brave the world of air and light, and as I write this I’m sitting at my little table with the door open and the wood stove unlit. Every single year I am shocked that Spring has really come again. It is inevitable, and yet, after the long winter months, it seems as if warm sunlight and tank tops are part of an alternate universe I’d dreamed of once, but would never experience.
But today legs and arms and heads can be tentatively stuck out of doors. Today the sun is shining. And rumor has it that tomorrow it will be shining too.
Photo: A little bit of today. I’m dog sitting, and the sun is shining. What a good reason to take a long walk in Spring’s afterbirth.