Instead of hanging out laundry, I'm hanging out with a trio of mourning doves. Our gardens are loving this weather although yesterday's heavy downpour means the potato hills have to be hilled up again. But so wonderful to see all the sprouts coming out of the grounds. The promise of good things to come.
Had a brief flash of sunshine around nine o'clock. It's always there. Always sunshine behind the clouds. The promise of good days to come.
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