Two have already made their debut.
The peach tree has a few spring flowers, way too early, and I saw a cock-tailed wren in the aloe vera bush immediately on stepping outside this morning with a nice cup of coffee while waiting for the bagels to brown.
Maria de Barros was singing Caresse Moi in the living room. I am, of course, a fan of caresses. It was 50 degrees Farenheit, and it’s February.
This winter has been remarkable in that it has never arrived, and it’s getting even milder, so I’m guessing it’s skipping this year, which is quite okay.
We haven’t fired up the fireplaces, and the portable gas heater, the one upstairs, was lit likely not more than ten times total, which ain’t much.
It has been chilly evenings and mornings but not afternoons.
Most of the banana trees are still green, and the birds got nary a chance to ice skate in their bath bowl, a winter tradition, on the patio’s edge.
All told, things are good, and the sky is blue.
This afternoon we’ll be in the nation’s capital to taste a new restaurant and, after that, sit at a sidewalk table with ice cream and chocolate syrup.
I once worked for a living but not anymore.