Warm, Muggy, March Morning Coffee Muses

There’s a soccer ball on the yard, blown there by yesterday’s winds. The same wind that had the plastic bag under the wisteria dancing circles in the air. Around and around the bag was dancing, first along the ground… then above head high. Dancing… Circling… Twirling… A virtual waltz in the air.

More rain is in the forecast this morning. Already this spring it’s looking very Irish about the place… there’s a green glow coming on all the growing plants. The air itself seems to be greening… Causing the cardinals to appear lit as the sit and sing upon a limb.

A cottontail just hopped out upon the yard. There’s almost always one somewhere on the place. Sometimes seen often, but, sometimes for months on end, seen not at all.