It's spring, we know that. The birds remind us all the time...and around us, in the grass, the gardens, the trees, we can see a little more green every day. But the temperatures have been staying low, in the high thirties mostly.
So it was with great joy that we realized today that the temperature was rising and the wind was dying off. By five the afternoon, our thermometors clamored a proud 51 degrees. Hats were stuffed into pockets, jackets were shed. There was basking.
First-year bulbs (planted the previous fall) always bloom a little later than they will once fully established, so the crocuses at home haven't begun their show yet. However, these have been blooming outside the Jailhouse for years and today joined us in the brief celebration of warmth.
Temps will fall tonight again, and there's talk of both rain and snow (no accumulation, they say...) for tomorrow and Friday. But today, we basked, dreaming of things to come.
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Hey, have you visited Pale Male recently? I just love watching these birds take on Manhattan.
