It is especially windy today, and a bit cold. It feels like a leftover winter day. The pear tree is up in arms. Limbs are being tossed about and there are blossoms everywhere. They are on the car, the steps, the yard next door, the sidewalk and the short japanese maple. It was weird seeing falling blossoms perch on the maple’s leaves, if only for a moment.
The toddler next door is in his front yard with his grandmother. I pause to watch him from the porch as I wave hello to the grandmother. Why are they even outside on a day like this, I wonder. Cabin fever perhaps.
He is fascinated and is trying to catch blossoms in midair. Of course, he never really catches any. Yet, at the present moment, he is very much in the present and there is fun to be had.
spring wind cuts a path
carpet of pear blossoms with
For dVerse Poets Pub where Frank is hosting and the prompt is… ” the present moment”. To join in or just read go here
On my walk this morning through the neighborhood I came upon this scene. Nestled in the barely there grass, near to the concrete edge of the sidewalk was this hint of purple. Wow! Why are you all alone? I wondered out loud. Yes, I was talking to the flower. I could just imagine what the homeowner was thinking had they witnessed this scene. Fool headed.. they might say.
standing alone with hope for spring a crocus flower
For Ronovan Writes where the prompt words are Fool & Head. And for Cees Flower of The Day challenge. Stop by for more entries here
I went for a walk today. The park is still snow layden, white, crisp and has yet to be walked upon. Further down, before I came upon this scene there were lots of geese walking in a line. It seems they were taking care not to walk on the snow. Or maybe they were just foraging. It was odd to see.. a waddling line of geese.
A few days ago the drips from my eaves formed rhythm with tweets from the bare branches of the pear tree. That, has moved on and the birds are back in hiding. Today we are engulfed in a steady snowfall.
We are back to pretty. But not for long. When the neighborhood inches back to life we shall be ankle deep in slush again. And so it goes.
melting icicles the sound of pitter patter – make believe raindrops
Longing for a reprieve, I went for a walk amid piles of snow today. We got about two feet a couple days ago. I wasn’t the only one out though. The neighborhood stray cats were on the prowl again, nothing stops them.
With reduced human movement, birds in snow covered bushes are singing rounds.