April in the Afternoon

A fine day. Windy, wild, warm and wet. It's also grey, like fog, only not. You can imagine the noise of the plant kingdom, stirring with the spring. Already there are daffodils and the crocuses have been out for nearly a month by now. Tumescent magnolia buds and the increasingly evident red canopy of maple trees on the street reveal further evidence. Soon enough the sun will shine, the matted lawn will green and require mowing, and the robins will tilt their heads to eye their earthy prey as it emerges from beneath the frost line, thawed for another year. It is a very fine time of year. The promise of longer, warmer days. Of sweet scented flowers. Of less clothes. Of water blue and sun-filled golden hues.