Blossoms unto blossomings,

warm by the water as harbor silts and sailboats laze in the channel;

I flick a cheeto off the rail at the fishing pier and watch a gull [not shown] pluck it from the current…

Then a night wind blowing blossoms brings back winter.

Thursday even cooler; the ’45 and I visited Gregg Renfrow’s studio in the Arsenal;

[mine, too,  I visit]

…and then Friday a full on drizzle most all day while loading for the monthly trip…

…rendering that spring singing reasonably unseasonable.

So. Wet.

 

M