The audacious sun finally showed up, and green was the winter landscape. I also saw where the sun sets, just behind the old carob oak, where the almond trees first blossom. Soundly and snug under a carpet of wild flowers the sun snoozes till dawn.
Over the easterly range, which is the first defense against Spanish marauders and the rain on its plain, the clouds were dark blue, perhaps more rain tomorrow?
In fading light musical notes danced down a phone line, the first flirt of spring? And should it rain tomorrow, I will not be downhearted this day will keep me warm for a week or so.
