You know me
i don't need sunshine they way most people seem to.
In fact, i can become out of sorts and downright grouchy if we go too many days
without some nice clouds, fog, drizzle, rain or snow.
But i confess that this weekend, while at Greenwood
with chilly temps and a stiff breeze
i was grateful for the clear blue skies
and sunshine on a bench out of the wind.
buds swelling on the trees
these are glistening, fattening buds on a really, really tall oak:
and huge, glossy with sap chestnut buds:
on a south facing slope
in the cracks of sun-soaking stone and concrete steps
there are flowers!
i call them Siberian blues
(which sounds so much nicer than Siberian squill, don't you think?)
And the perfectly named wintersweet:
And for good company
a cat named Buddy
who has very fine whiskers and eyebrows