Blue sky, again.
Sunlight painted into the bark of trees, deep.
There comes a day when you can shake off winter's gloom and doom. Today is that day this year. Today is good enough to get us into spring and summer. The sky is blue enough, the sun is bright enough, the trees are green enough, hubba, hubba, let's go!
Petals of a tulip along the garage start to open. The scent of bells of Ireland. Sun on a redness of house, our house.
The flag at the cemetery blows south to north. To the west, a haze faintly the color of dust in the air. Here comes Iowa, we could say, or Nebraska, or what with the storms they've had, maybe Texas.
Very nice description. I know exactly the type of morning you are talking about here.
Posted by: Ross | May 03, 2006 at 08:51 AM
Thanks, Ross. It's that wind from the south kind of day I was talking about. It wasn't from the south today, and I got rained on the last mile of my walk. Could have been rained on for two miles, but a fellow from town stopped to pick me up and take my home. He said, "What good is it if we can't help each other out...."
Posted by: Tom Montag | May 03, 2006 at 02:30 PM