Change coming
Thursday, 9 March 2006
During our late afternoon walk, the sun began to fade and the breezes to pick up; rain’s predicted for tonight and we could feel the change coming. Still, we enjoyed our last look and sniff of blooms that will not survive rain-battering, and, with anticipation, checked out those still closed up in buds, like this dogwood.
Oh, and…sometime during the wee hours I dreamed that I cut my hair to just below the earlobes and above the shoulders, and dyed it deep, dark auburn, like my mom’s used to be….