The rain left last week. Sunny-bright-but-cool has kept the blossoms going -- on and on.
From the
lake, pink cherry against new lime green takes your breath;
impossible to keep your head in the boat.
Tulips abound.
impossible to keep your head in the boat.
Tulips abound.
Today, warmth flooded in to lift the soul.
Washed cars, like any red-blooded American teen;
washed winter off skylights,
lived with doors agape.
Washed cars, like any red-blooded American teen;
washed winter off skylights,
lived with doors agape.
First patio dinner -- a lovely, summer caprese salad,
a good chardonnay, children's shouts of outdoor joy
carrying in clear evening air.
a good chardonnay, children's shouts of outdoor joy
carrying in clear evening air.
We savored, pretending not to know inconstant May yet lurks,
waiting to tease.
waiting to tease.
No better place on Earth on days like this. Maybe it is the gray days that make these more special. Ninety degrees made eighteen holes about four too long for this seventy-year-old here in the wine country. But it brought smiles from the growers after welcome late Spring rains. Enjoy the chardonnay. Enjoy life!
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