Springtime

It's been a day and a night and a day of BAD weather.  Last night was the worst with torrential rains and wind that toppled trees.   Now it is gray out, drizzling, my lovely tall favas bent into the mud, the pond filled with detritus, the plum trees denuded after having looked so lovely with their flocking of pale pink petals.

But I am trying to remember it is spring, first day of it as a matter of fact.  So much spring that lovely tulips like this grace my table, a gift from the local Madisons -farmers and olive oil producers extraordinaire. When tulips are blooming, it is spring, no matter the twists and turns of the season.

Just the other day it was so bright and sunny Tiger was in cat ecstacy, rolling in the hot mulch, trying to shade his eyes so he could both soak up the rays and sleep in the perfect afternoon.

No matter everything outside is slick, uncomfortable, dirty, spattered, cold, battered and windy, we will have cat afternoons again.  The sooner the better.