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rejectomorphToday there were bumblebees. There were other bees as well, but the bumblebees were the most impressive, all shiny and black and buzzing like tiny airplanes. There were two of them, visiting the flowers in the bed by the front porch. They inspected the cat who was napping there, too, but (the result of finding her free of nectar, perhaps) only briefly. Me, they ignored, which did not displease me. The other bees buzzed my head a few times, probably mistaking the scent of my shampoo for something floral and therefore tasty. I'm sure I was a disappointment for them.
The day was partly cloudy again, and only moderately warm. April is on its best behavior, providing a sky as diverting as the spring flowers which now are bursting out everywhere. The rose bushes have recovered from the late snowstorm, and dozens of new buds are emerging to replace those lost to the unexpected frost. There will soon be an abundance of blossoms on which the deer can snack.
The birds are now singing their evening songs, the clouds darkening, and the colors of the world deepening. The pink of the dogwood blossoms and the pale green of the new mulberry leaves are particularly enjoyable this time of day. Spring has the best evenings of the year.
The day was partly cloudy again, and only moderately warm. April is on its best behavior, providing a sky as diverting as the spring flowers which now are bursting out everywhere. The rose bushes have recovered from the late snowstorm, and dozens of new buds are emerging to replace those lost to the unexpected frost. There will soon be an abundance of blossoms on which the deer can snack.
The birds are now singing their evening songs, the clouds darkening, and the colors of the world deepening. The pink of the dogwood blossoms and the pale green of the new mulberry leaves are particularly enjoyable this time of day. Spring has the best evenings of the year.
