River Brown

I dimly listened to Vivaldi ~ was it yesterday morning’s cold, grey drive? “That must mean it’s spring,” I thought from my cocoon of projects and due dates.

Today the slanting California sun invited me to un-rumple and dry out.  Squatting to admire the succulents along the walkway and inhaling the late fragrance of daphne ~  just Being Out of Doors ~ noticing the white wisteria is beginning to open and the skinny kids across the street are taller.  Seeing the light dance lime green through everything in the front yard.

Well, time to put away those winter worries and take off some of the layers of insulation.  I feel almost myself again.