April at last

Titmice and juncos were back with the white throated sparrows and the regulars on the feeder.  The glassy creak glowed gold in the early sun.  The sky is blue except for wisps and contrails.

By afternoon, the sky had clouded over.  All the trees have burst into bloom, even the redbuds down the street.  Then later, as I drove West the sun glared down.  And at 8pm, it was chased below the horizon by a silver sickle moon.