Today: blue skies, sunshine, T-shirt temperature; children in a boat on the bay, joggers in shorts, everyone at Home Depot or Lowes in the garden center, pansies and crocuses and garden furniture. A cup of tea and a book, sitting on the deck in the sun. Grass growing, greening. Chalk hearts on the street; a birds' nest found.
The phragmites pointing sharply to the sky. They grew an inch overnight. Nothing there yesterday: today, pencil-sharp, right out.
Hard to believe that this time last week, we were (or at least, I was) cowering from the storm; watching it tear things up and away, washing the streets aflood.
The bay is the colour of blue eyes.
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