The ‘pile has been mostly Costa Rica lately.
We’ve actually been home for over a month now.
March Dawn. West Tisbury, MA, USA
In this post we’ll detour and digress a little.
What’s a digression without Coquina?
Coquina and one of her favorite humans. Coquina adores Miciah, and Miciah adores Coquina. How much? Look at Coquina’s face. How much? Miciah calls Coquina her “dogsister”.
A few of you readers will know where this next photo is from, and what it’s for.
The Official Rubber Band Colander of the Woods Hole Public Library. The rubber bands are to help keep books closed inside the after-hours book return bin. Because who always has rubber bands handy?
I woke early one sunny morning last week, and saw this…where was I?
Momentary Morning Mystery.
The next photo gives some context.
So that’s what it is…
While we’re in the kitchen, here’s what our spring kitchen windowsill often looks like.
The spring windowsill.
Every few years, on the first day of fall, I get a yen to grow a winter mustache. The deal is, it gets cut off on the first day of spring, to celebrate the return of light and life in our part of the world. Back when my daughters were little, they got to cut the mustache off. Now the daughters are grown, but some of them have small children. Now it’s their turn.
If you want to see “careful” and “concentration”, try giving a little person some sharp tools and let them near your face.
The winter has been extraordinarily mild. There has been almost no snow this year, and little frost penetrated the ground. Spring bulbs are flowering early this year. Two to three weeks early.
Winter aconite in the oakleaves.
This time of year, the colors of the first spring flowers are such a gift. There are as yet no leaves on the trees. The landscape is still mostly grays, browns, russets and tans. We’ve had a few blissfully warm days, but temperatures are for the most part cool and sometime downright raw, especially when the wind blows, like during last night’s storm of gusty rain, which left over an inch of water in the rain gauge.
So, look around….
Color can still be found, sometimes in unexpected places.
Like in bubbles on a rock on the beach.
To you who read this — may unexpected colors brighten your day.
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