Living in spring's paradise. This light regime lasted for about 20 seconds, and then it all went dark. Moments like this are why I carry my cameras everywhere I go. So when I'm smashed by the beauty of a cloud, a landscape, a flower or butterfly, I can share it with you.
So long we waited this winter, and we waited all of March and April, too, for some sunshine, some warmth. It was very slow in coming, but when it finally did, the moments of warmth and light were all the sweeter. Bill and Liam walk to the bus stop, spring's filmy yellow-green shining in the road puddles.
On this morning, we bring our friend John along. John has a cat at home named Gunga Din. I could tell by the way he was holding Chet Baker that he had a cat, without even asking. You don't bunch a Boston terrier up on your shoulder like that! Chet looked a little pained but kissed John anyway. He is that way.
We showed John the proper way to hold a Boston terrier. You let him jump up on your lap and then you give him a half-hour massage, working on the knots in his poor stressed muscles. Of which he has none.
but all we manage to find is chickadee eggs. Another chickadee nest in the backyard, this one still being laid!
And though, being in the yard, she's much closer to the motherlode of Hollofil, she prefers grape bark and rabbit hair and goldenrod fiber.