Spring. Wet.
March 15, 2011
Was having trouble deciding on a picture for today. But, really, if there’s one thing that defines March in Davis this year, it’s rain. So as I sat at the corner of 3rd and C, waiting for my turn to pass through the intersection, I snapped this pic…
…and thought a little about Spring:
Headlights blurred through wet and steamy windows.
Trees in mid-transition. Flowers shiny and heavy.
Splashes of mud dotting my legs.
Carpenter ants seeking refuge in the warmth and dryness of my office. I guess.
Ginger lemon tea.
So many canceled baseball games.
More days driving Peter to school than I can ever remember.
Entry hall turned mud room.
And today especially: dramatic downpours that we rarely see.
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