Friday, April 24, 2015

Grey Skies

No matter how grey the skies are, how thick and moist the air is, no matter how much we need some sunshine now to dry up our yards and the fields, the sight of fuzzy pussy willows bursting to their limits as a sign of spring mean
all is good.
The robins came back, the ospreys arrived, the river opened up and the pussy willows puffed out.
Funny how they look like little snowballs along the rain-darkened branches. Even the first crocuses coming up in my garden are white. We are still snow blind.
I first wrote "snow bling". That's much better: Pussy willows and crocuses are the early jewels of spring.

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