A Much Needed Rain

 

Irrational Exuberance?

 

Rainy Spring Day

 

Seen Around

 

Flora

 

Spring in the Air

 

Fixed the Problem

No wonder the weather's acting like Winter! I forgot to set my astrolabe to Spring. This happened a few years ago and the weather got better soon after I adjusted the instrument. It may take a few days but I'm hopeful.

The dratted thing was reading halfway between Jan and Feb before I set it right.

I felt better immediately and began taking down the fairy lights that were all over the living and dining room and began the process of swapping out the blue and yellow for greens and turquoises and pink, as well as moving pictures and quilts and more.

On my way to pick up Josie, I saw this spring-like sight . . .

In the Spring a young man's Tom's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love, as Tennyson almost said.

 

Promenade in Green

Spring comes walking over the mountains in her lacy shawl of green. 

Yesterday, on a day of unbelievable beauty I went to Black Mountain to give a talk on Crows. It was a fine audience, interested and asking good questions. I recognized several from similar events years ago. And best of all, my blog/FB friend BlackMountainBarb was there, as was Susan--a friend from many years ago. We took the opportunity to have lunch together after the talk and as we sat and ate and chatted on a lovely patio, surrounded by the greens and blooms of Spring, it was another reminder of life as it used to be. What joy! 

At this time of year, I always think of the late Kay Byer--onetime Poet Laureate of North Carolina.

We shared a love of the work of Garcia Lorca and of his poem Verde, Que Te Quiero, Verde (Green, How I Love You, Green.)

I was told once that my aura is green. As long as it doesn't imply seasickness or envy, I'll bear it proudly!

 

Spring and an Announcement

 

                                   

The frogs were singing on Thursday and the temperature was in the balmy sixties. Glorious! Rain is forecast and the temps will drop but still, Spring is on her way.

                                                

I spied a lone snow drop in the dooryard garden and hiked over to the little cabin where I have a bed of hellebores. Alas, something had been at them--there are usually many in bloom but not this time. Still, they are an always welcome sight.

ANNOUNCEMENT! I blogged about the wonderful McMullen Circle a few weeks ago. Now I get to talk with the author--and you're invited!

This Sunday, 2/20-- Sponsored by Great Smokies Writing Program, Heather Newton will read from and discuss her recently-published short story collection McMullen Circle, in conversation with author Vicki Lane. As always, the reading will be virtually hosted by our good friends at Malaprop's; you can tune in to the YouTube livestream at 3:00 pm.  

The reading is free to attend, but please RSVP. And, if you want to purchase copies of Heather's or Vicki's books, please consider doing so through Malaprop's to support our local indie gem! 

                                                                                 

The above was posted Thursday night. It's snowing Friday morning--but the frogs are still singing.

I Took 179 Pictures Today

Here are ten.