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.
Distressingly Mild
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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