rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

Distressingly Mild

It's strange to see so much shade so early in the year. The pines still wear their winter beards of moss, still have that shaggy look they get in the season of cold, but already they are interspersed with the new, pale green leaves of the oaks, and splashes of color are seen along the shady streets as the Japanese magnolias and other flowering trees burst into bloom. So far, the dogwoods remain bare, but most of the other exotic species are donning their spring regalia. The angle of the sun's shadows are all wrong for this florid display, and only the densest pine woods have the look of March, all dank and moody even when filled with shafts of afternoon light.

A few clouds hung over the valley this afternoon, and there was still a hint of damp in the slightly cooler air. Despite the buzzing bees and the blooming flowers, there might yet be chilly rain this month. As last year, and most other years, I might yet see the acorn woodpeckers huddle on the lee side of the utility pole to escape the windblown rain. This year, they have had it easy, frolicking about in the sunlight, loudly drilling the trees at all hours of the day, endlessly chattering at one another. Late winter and early spring being their most active time, they must be greatly enjoying the unaccustomed clemency. I'd be greatly enjoying it myself, even with that strange sense of time being out of whack, were it not for the inconvenience of dealing with Sluggo's ill temper. The new computer did not arrive today. Tomorrow, perhaps, or Wednesday at the latest. I grow ever more impatient.
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