Today, I took all the heavy hot winter clothes and put them away in boxes. Flannel pajamas, sweaters, furry boots, gone away for a season.
Out of the boxes came sundresses, tank tops, capri pants and sandals. I like it when the seasons change; it's like getting a new wardrobe.
I'm still getting rid of things left and right. If it doesn't fit or flatter, it's outta here.
And for once, I was able to sit out on my porch and enjoy the beautiful sounds of living in the country. Usually, my noisy neighbors fire up a loud machine the moment I step foot out the front door. This time, they weren't home for awhile, so all I heard was an owl in the redwood tree and a woodpecker on the telephone pole. Lovely.
Beautiful, beautiful onset of the warm season. The only downside is that I seem to have misplaced my camera and can't find it anywhere. Beautiful things are passing me by and I can't capture them.
O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down
Thro' the clear windows of the morning, turn
Thine angel eyes upon our western isle,
Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring!
The hills tell each other, and the listening
Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turned
Up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth,
And let thy holy feet visit our clime.
Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds
Kiss thy perfumed garments; let us taste
Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls
Upon our love-sick land that mourns for thee."
- William Blake, To Spring, 1820