I was out walking Saturday morning and couldn't help but notice that spring is definitely here. The trees have cute little buds, saw a few early saucer magnolias, just barely squinting, those beautiful pink flowers starting to peep through. The early bird crocuses are also up. I walked passed the lake in my development and saw two of my favorites Canada geese (who are always here) and red-winged blackbirds. I also saw a bird with a lot of yellow on it, but I made too much noise trying to get a closer look and scared it away. I meant to get the Sibley's out, but forgot.
Two Saturdays ago I looked out in the back yard and saw a bunch of robins. I counted 10 before they flew away. I recall seeing a robin here and there, usually alone, but never a flock or mini-flock.
I love wind. There's nothing more relaxing to me than to be settling down to sleep and to have the curtains and sheers blowing around. I always envy those dogs who get to ride with their heads out the windows. I have always loved the names for wind-chinook, Santa Ana, doldrums, horse latitudes and mistrals. In my wanderings I found a listing of wind names. This list was compiled by the Golden Gate Weather Service. Quite a few names listed that I had never heard of before.
Watched The Seagull's Laughter over the weekend. Icelandic, feminist tale with some great twists and turns.
"If you reveal your secrets to the wind you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees". Kahlil Gibran