Still too warm, in the mid-50’s, but today I really appreciated it because I came down with a cold last night. I parked myself in the sun on the deck and watched the cats. And they watched me. Not a lot of motion.
A few crows hung out in the trees around me, making small talk, hands behind their backs, circumspect, deferential. I closed my eyes, and I could hear chickadees’ wings flutter over my head to the birdfeeders, chipping seeds open on the tree branches, and then flutter away again. Not bad.