Somehow the first greening gold happened, in that glimmering way it does, and flitted by while I was recovering from a procedure. Warm soft breezes are alternating with rain like puppy teeth, needle sharp and bitey.
Butthe butterflies are back! Cabbage whites are actually the abbreviated flirty white blurs in the corners of this raggedy expanse of green, which will be knee-deep in wildflower blooms – and chest-deep in spiny thistles! – in bare weeks. Coyly, they refused to come near and hold still for a picture. Next time. Spring is here!