3/20/26 7:15 46F (7.7C) White tufts rip free of the cloud bank to the west and sail across the blue expanse above me.

Doves compete with the other birds in an impromptu This Morning’s Got Talent show while the dogs in the canyon bark loud applause.

I slept late on this first day of spring.

Looking at the daffodils all flowering,  I  wonder how long their blooms will last?

The pussy willow having shed its gray fur weeks ago, is still spreading yellow pollen with  every  puff of breeze.

After breakfast, Walter and I  will go for a walk and look for signs of spring.

Good morning.