The non-stop beautiful weather has been simply glorious. It is hard to believe that one week ago we were dealing with slush and ice and snow, and, here we are now with temps feeling like Summer already. We are poised on the brink of 80 degrees for tomorrow. Those blue skies were not even marred by clouds and had nothing falling from them.
Walking was accomplished multiple times, and I even ditched the hat and gloves and dragged out the camera, though nothing intriguing passed my way. I sure was not the only one out and about. I saw the dog walkers, as well as the dogs who take their owners for a walk. They all came out en masse to enjoy the day, and, it seemed that everyone I passed was wearing dark sunglasses. I guess they were trying to channel ZZ Top band members; I didn’t check if those folks were sporting Ray-Bans or cheap sunglasses.
I was thinking that even though we had a mild Winter, the first hint of Spring, (that season which sure took its sweet time getting here), is just as pleasurable as after a prolonged and brutal Winter season. We hated those few bouts of ugly weather as they intruded into our supposed Spring – I think we’re all becoming softies, aren’t we?
I noticed the ornamental trees are showing their Spring bling with blossoms dripping down and looking like frothy drinks that spilled over the side of the cup. The smell of fresh-cut grass and pungent fertilizer pellets permeated the air. The birds were singing boldly and with confidence that Spring was finally here and they were joyful to be making that proclamation. These sounds and smells of Spring, and the fertilizer pellets in the ridges of my walking shoes, were my takeaways from this weekend’s walks. The big trees seem to be holding back and waiting a little longer before leafing out, and then they will canopy the City, and especially Emmons Boulevard, in shades of brilliant green.
In the meantime, the dandelions are roaring and old Mother Nature’s work sure is not boring.
Do you think many folks will play hooky tomorrow?
I’ll leave you with this thought: “The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world’s joy.” – Henry Ward Beecher
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