After a long run of sunny spring days it was a shock to be awakened at 6:30 this morning by thunder and lightening. In my mind thunderstorms are more appropriate in the late afternoon or evening, preferably after work and when the dog has been walked. Then, let it rain.
But today is the second day of my weekend and I won't have to stand at the bus stop wearing my navy wellies and carrying my orange umbrella. And in honor of the first day of spring it will be 68 degrees here. Wet but warm, I'll take it. We can leave the door and windows open and smell the earth.
Sunday we woke up exhausted. GG's birthday was celebrated to the fullest. Only some serious espresso got us out the door and walking the dog. But while we had been eating and laughing and singing, spring had been working it. All over town trees are blooming, magnolias both star and tulip, the early cherry, and all the others are heavily budded and good to go.
And back at the ranch the first of our tulips were open, lettuce seeds were starting to sprout and strawberry plants are showing green.
As I've been writing the rain has stopped, the sun came out, birds are chirping and the cat is meowing to get outside. As am I. Ballet flats off, wellies on, I'm outta here.