Willows waving golden streamers
Water on a wind-parched throat
Leaf buds lacy against the sky
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The week began with this...
...and ended with this:
Spring in Wisconsin. Gotta love it. :)
Saturday is warm and lovely, with temps in the giddy 60s, and a gusty wind blowing from the south. Birds twitter happily from the trees and chase each other over the fields. The song of the frogs is no longer tentative, but loud and confident. It's a perfect day to be out on Iris (my bike) with Tallulah the Turtle (my riding partner).
A windmill peeks from behind this barn:
(See that green stuff on the ground? The grass is growing! Hooray!)
A robin tries (unsuccessfully) to hide in the brush:
What is it about lonely trees in fields? I always want to take their picture, and this one is no exception:
At the favourite willowy curve, the willow-fronds are blown nearly sideways by the wind. They're even brighter than they were last week:
We climb some hills and descend some others. I ponder potential crochet designs, and enjoy the freedom and solitude of the road. Ducks fly up from streams as we pass, and a cardinal flashes across the road. The sun is warm on my back, and water slides like a cool blessing down my dry throat.
Tallulah rides silently, her turtle nose turned upwards.
"Why so quiet, Tallulah?" I ask. "You've hardly said a word the entire ride."
"I'm looking at that blue, blue sky," she says dreamily. "I think I can finally see spring."
A very pleasant ride.
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