Come to think of it I haven't heard more than two or three flocks of swans this year, either. They might have more sense than the geese, who fly back and forth all winter. The swans probably just stay put in the valley wetlands until they are sure spring is on the way. It certainly felt like spring today, with a high temperature very close to seventy, and the upcoming rainy days aren't expected to get much colder, so I'd say spring has definitely arrived in these parts. I'm hoping that winter will linger a bit longer farther up in the mountains, at least, so there'll be a chance that we can keep some snow pack into the summer.
The only days on which the forecast is calling rain a certainty are Saturday and Sunday, but rain is still possible for each of the next ten days. I'm sure some of them will turn out dry, but it's unlikely any of them will turn out hot. I'll be thankful for that favor. So far today has been one of the dry days, though there is enough overcast now that it could turn wet before midnight. I've got the bucket set out to catch anything that leaks through the skylight on the back porch, but I should probably go check the mailbox now, just in case. The carrier doesn't always close it tightly, and I hate soggy mail.
I was going to bake a couple of potatoes tonight, but forgot to put them in the oven, so I'll probably make a package of backup rice of some sort instead. That only takes a few minutes, and I'm actually getting quite hungry. The prospect of rain has whetted my appetite, I guess. Plus there is pumpkin pie for dessert. I'd better get started on that rice or I'll end up skipping dinner and going straight to the pie.