I remember warmer days in May but this one showed a little playfulness in offering up a myriad of conditions. It rained sideways this morning and the winds (and the wind chimes) were howling a tune in unison.
It was hard to get excited about anything. Then
I mentioned fish tacos and
Armed with all the right ingredients we started a fire in the fire place and like all the Whos in Whoville, we started singing... yahoo doray, yahoo doray (okay, we didn't really sing). But we DID refuse to let the chill sway our resolve to grill fish and make our annual fish tacos.
And then-as though some cosmic bandoleer-wearing weather warrior moved on our behalf- the sun came out and made our margaritas sparkle.


Then, I ran across this scene that reminded me of both the power and peace of springtime. Just yesterday (before the winds and the sideways rain) these cherry blossoms were enjoying their glorious perch on the brances of the tree. In a day their job was done. And what a lovely exit they made.
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