Even The Pecans

The window's still raised from yesterday and the day before, and the breeze continues to blow the shade, but the heat of the last several days is gone, and the cool air is getting colder: I can feel it on my arms.

So I sit here getting cold, in spite of the vest that I've worn all day -- a vest, where just a few days ago we were walking among the wildflowers desperately seeking shade. I sit here in a different season than just those few days ago, thinking that the window needs to be shut.

Having waited for the Redbuds to come and go and the Mountain Laurels and the Plums along the lake, the Pecans began to leaf out this week: a sure sign that cold nights are gone for good. But that breeze on my arms and the weather report say that it will be very cold tonight, and I wonder if sometimes even the pecans can get it wrong.

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Clouds Passing

I hope the clouds pass soon, she said. And I couldn't help but think of Portland or Seattle. Still, they did pass for a time, as I suppose they do from time to time even in the Pacific Northwest.

So the sky was blue, and the sun did shine. The air was cool and blew in thru the window to knock the shade against my desk and pass a breeze over my arms as I sat at the desk.

In the distance, a Wren sang. In the yard, the Four Nerve Daisies stood brightly yellow in the sun. Beside the curb, a Trap Door Spider dug another hole in the crushed granite path.

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