Signs: a young woman in shorts and t-top, barefoot walking her dog beside the ocean
the lawn covered with miniscule little white with pink flowers, I know not what kind
a young couple having spread a sheet beside a lake, he in bathing trunks, she in bikini, preparing to sunbathe
crocuses everywhere -- but the forsythia in the photo are from last year on April 5 -- could happen again this year by April 5
birds singing me awake in the morning, birds singing as I type this at 7:00 PM as the sky turns a mauve-y-gray-blue
the clam place has reopened and so has the soft serve ice cream place
the nurseries are advertising all kinds of plants, lawn fertilizer, mulch
and on and on ... spring has come early to the eastern half of the USA. We are enjoying it even if those famous April showers may turn out to be shiver-making and nasty. The birds will be settling into their nests with their stoic determination and we will never know what to put on in the morning to be comfortable during the day.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!