i have not been able to whole heartedly "spring forward" . The time here on this screen is one thing, but the time elsewhere in the house is still the old time, but eitherway, it's almost dark. It's Dusk. Dusk. and the door is still open. Outside is right there, on the porch, at the door, coming in and in is leaning Out. Yes.
Looking again this morning. What if i find a curved twig? A Long one. and then beside the simplicity of this, there might dangle other things?
The Benevolence of these days has been, uhhhh, well, thick. They are perfect. Perfect being no challenge. Just benevolence. And i realized why that has had a feeling to it....just slight, but felt none the less....
because March is usually the Month when we get Crazy here. It's warm. The SKY is sky blue, the clouds Sail and sail so beauty fully, but there is WIND. The Crazy Wind. Where you know to get anything done that NEEDs doing out side first thing in the morning because after that, Wind will foil all efforts, make you cry sometimes. But, now...no Wind. not even wind. Breeze, yes.
Many of the blossoms on the Old Apricot are drying while some are still opening. If there is no violent wind, and if there is not some aberrant frost, it very well might mean that this year there will be
Fruit
I'm trying to remember the last time and can't. Years. And usually, it's because of WIND.
Mexican Elderberry.
