Judging by the flowering crabapple, Spring is at it's peak. It just does not feel like it. During the last several days, wetness has been descending upon us from above is substantial amounts. A chill permeates the air, driving the humidity through layers of skin, fat and muscle into our bones.
It was Spring-therapeutic to take advantage of clearing sun lit skies yesterday evening, admiring the flowers, and listening to the constant buzzing of the bees.
The rain resumed today and it will fall again tomorrow. Instead of complaining, I look at our flowers and trees, convincing myself that Spring is indeed here. JIR
Gorgeous color on those flowers!!
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