weathering
On the morning patrol, pellets pummel Thalia’s peaks. “Bye-by-eeee sleeveless A-lines. Hello hooded parka.” Feeling blue, her bottom lip hangs low.
“Seasons…” Cal sighs. “… I like the variety.”
Following a Sunday afternoon of baking, painting, and a new to her Netflix episode, Nia hums and walks with Spring in her steps.
It’s a mood.
If you let it, it’ll move on.
~ Sean Oster
Everything can be this, everything can be that! Today’s Muses’ news confirms just that. Nia’s humming GTBA must require some sort of muting to not stampede Henny!?
Flowers on ice, or rather the opposite, is a fine composition. Juxtaposing discordant elements but in a pleasing whole.
Aside: Siri cleverly rendered “Flowers” from above as “Glue ER’s” Of course a typo set that in motion, but totally lacking in meaning!
What you have in your photo is, alas, about as much snow as we got in any one snowfall all winter. And it’s not just temperature, it’s precipitation. After pulling weeds and finding powdery soil, I’ve felt the need to water some of our flowers. In April!
But we have had a lovely spring overall. Hyacinths are done, daffodils are winding down, fruit tree flowers left with a windy weekend — but we had rain, so no complaints. Meanwhile our rose bushes are pepping up...