Well, we did have a chilly spell. Those juncos that have been hanging around and the sparrows ignoring the bits of yarn put out for nesting and more than glimpses of the snow on the Olympic Mountains that the States own but let us view – these were all hints that we were going to need our parkas. And out they came. Hoods and all. Some fur-trimmed. And, boy, did we complain. Brrrumble. Brrrumble.
What the chill did was extend the length of the blossoms.
This is a dear friend of mine a few blocks away on February 16.
This is that dear friend yesterday, March 16. I noticed a few green leaves beginning to emerge from that riot of yellow but – oh, a month of such glorious bloom. I take back some of the brrrrumbles.
Now what did not happen, surprisingly, is the stroll-through-stash mittens get tested for their coziness on the early morning stroll. The usual fleece material gloves were worn, as usual. All I can think of is that the hat and extra scarf and heavier coat (my version of parka) kept the body warm enough to include the hands.
The mittens got turned into a double of a purse.
The way they rest on the hip reminds me of holsters and being a cowgirl and having an imaginary horse and – where was I – oh yes; they are the perfect size for camera and glasses in one half, cell phone and wallet in the other and extra keys could fit in one thumb, parking change in the other. Nice organization.
They also give a decorative touch.