Seasons collide

Where can you close your eyes and hear a pig, horse, calf, goat, wind chime, priest and a band making music noise?

Sitting on my yard patio, feet up, under the umbrella. That’s where.

frondIt’s been too chilly of late to sit out there, even at midday, but it was different yesterday. It was nice, neither hot nor cold, but just right. Like the baby bear’s porridge.

The animals are the neighbors’. The wind chime is mine. The priest was droning Mass from a block away while the little band of musicians stood outside the church door, blowing racket and swilling beer.

Offending the Virgin.

There was a breeze, and occasionally I heard birds brawling in their water bowl just a few feet behind me. Why can’t they just all get along?

The sensation was that the seasons were colliding. Spring was stepping in the front door while Winter snuck out the rear window.

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(Note: It was only after writing this item yesterday that I noticed that today is the first day of Spring, just another example of the ongoing serendipity sailing through our existence.)