Warmer Still

[rejectomorph]

Morning flights of warring crows and evening flights of departing waterfowl frame the balmy, sunlit days of premature spring. The hours of afternoon are filled with the songs of smaller birds, who are preparing to nest. Today, I was buzzed by bees as I was inspecting the new flowers which are bursting from the ground. The grass is yet lush from the winter's abundant rain, and the pollen-bearing flowers are about to emerge from the swollen buds of the mulberry tree. So far, no butterflies have appeared. It is very warm this evening, and I am once again using the window fan. Sometime after midnight, it ought to be possible for me to read everybody's posts. I can hardly wait for next week.