Last night while we were onstage the roof rumbled with rain and hail. We just turned up the sound a little. Driving home in the dark I hit some pelting stuff but then it eased off and I listened to AM radio skip until I pulled into the yard. This morning the girls and I went to the post office and noticed how – despite the precipitous drop in temperature since balmy yesterday – the green buds are popping in the wake of the rain. Saw a marsh hawk, mourning doves, rabbits, and entertained ourselves just now watching a chicken eat an earthworm. So spring is here. For now. That said, we are now building a fire in the woodstove, the better to enjoy the green-tinged but gray day.
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