Greetings from Peninsula Park! The roses were singing and soaking up the sun this week. I sat by the pond for a while and watched the afternoon light slanting through the trees, skipping like a stone across the waves. A single Milkbone biscuit rested on the bottom as a ragged piece of leaf slowly sailed the current beneath the icy edges, and bubbles of air jiggled back and forth looking for a way out. Candlewax, white and red, remains along the southern shore from someone's midnight mass.
A couple of weeks ago I saw a hundred thousand flower buds on Oregon Grape and squeezed the bloody juice from one of last year's berries. The first few blossoms are slowly opening up today. After the last few frosty nights, I had wondered if they might reconsider, but they seem quite content.
By the time i finished shopping at the library and made it out of the market, some thickish bluegray clouds had begun to gather in the twilit sky; they looked a bit familiar in some strange sort of way. Perhaps they'll stay a while, and put that pesky winter sun back in its place!
Rain or shine, have a great day, don't forget to stop and hear the roses, and enjoy this week's Dirt!
Alberto
and the rest of the Intrepid SRSF/Dirt! Volunteers