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Spring sprung
Grey, warm, rainy. Glancing out the open study window this morning, smelling an unplaceable something (cherry blossoms? woodsmoke?) I was suddenly in Tokyo in the early 90s. Just for a moment, then gone. But pleasant because this day wants to turn into 2010, where I have absolutely no desire to be.
Petals scatter by ones and twos. Bumblebees visit the blossoms, like miniature jumbo jets, also a pair of butterflies doing their butterfly lovers thing, frantically chasing each other through the branches. Birds repeat their Hey baby! Hey baby! calls. Good Neighbour's cherry comes into bloom as mine ends. And the rollator's wheels are once again covered in gunk when I go out, and will remain that way whenever it rains from now through November.
Petals scatter by ones and twos. Bumblebees visit the blossoms, like miniature jumbo jets, also a pair of butterflies doing their butterfly lovers thing, frantically chasing each other through the branches. Birds repeat their Hey baby! Hey baby! calls. Good Neighbour's cherry comes into bloom as mine ends. And the rollator's wheels are once again covered in gunk when I go out, and will remain that way whenever it rains from now through November.