Readings

Woke this morning to a brief and unexpected spring-like thunderstorm. Startling in that nothing frozen was involved and the air smells different, changed. I suspect this is a temporary condition of things; spring weather in the mountains is an unsettled adventure and we're still on the tail end of winter.

Being up, awake and having the house
fairly quiet allows me slow time for coffee, a couple of Harrison and Kooser poems, and catching up on blog reading.

From Braided Creek:

So much to live for
Each rope rings
a different bell.


And this jewel stumbled on, so good I have to share it, via The Coddled Egg.


These are not bad words to start the day with...