Sheltered in the south-facing porch, prolonging the lunch break just enjoyed. Slumber tempting but dozing seems a waste of one day’s pause from the ceaseless rain.
Skies a clear cerulean, unbroken by cumulus or cirrus.
Squirrel high in the poplar, scrabbling around the trunk for mysterious squirrel purposes.
Swishing of the breeze through evergreens, and gently swinging chimes.
Sheets swaying on the line, projection screen for leaf-sprout shadows.
Seductive smell of daphne blossoms signaling sleepy insects.
Small shoots poking up through still cold earth.
Shy robins scratching hopefully through semi-rotted leaves, bright eyes on the lookout for telltale squiggles, while companion red-breasts trill a joyful song from nearby stations.