A mourning dove has been singing and cooing on the railing of our deck most mornings this week. But its windy here last night and this morning and our dove is nowhere to be seen (or heard). Wind’s not a new thing here on the Cape and this isn’t a particular big deal by our wind standards, but it keeps one mindful of the severe weather events plaguing so many this week.
Last evening after work was overcast and breezy, but warm. Also damp, from the irregular spatterings of rain we’ve been getting here the last twenty-four hours. Not the right kind of weather for actually doing much out there, but the tulips are coming along as we begin our transition from April to May and sometimes its nice to just walk around and look (and take a few photos). Still, it wasn’t long before I was back inside, enjoying the way one purple hyacinth can perfume an entire apartment with its sweet fragrance.
My heart is with those who’ve been so awfully impacted by the deadly storms in the south, and also with those who are battling/fleeing flooding in the north. My prayers and best wishes go with you all. May some of Spring’s more peaceful moments find you soon.