Wednesday, March 20, 2019
The tail-end of winter is fickle. Out today, at lunchtime, the weather had a bitter, blustery nip about it, and even in a coat & scarf I was cold. Home & out again fifteen minutes later it was all spring all the time. How did the sun pull it off? The kids bursting out of middle school had spring fever all right. Jackets off, they were loud, flirty and aching for liberty.
Along the edge of the cemetery, the dog nosed in sidewalk piles of leaves. I remember when there were junked cars and mounds of other garbage dumped at the perimeter. It's a lot cleaner now, but still kind of trashy. Delivery boxes, and takeout containers, tires and miniature liquor bottles, somebody's supermarket shopping cart and remnants of blown away gravestone flowers.
I've spent most of the last few months walking around without my better camera, relying instead on the phone. Weather & circumstances have conspired against me, and I never seem to be traveling light. Spring, I hope, will free up the time to watch and wander.
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And yours !! Love your eye for detail. Glad we are both still at it.
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