Into each life

Rain, rain, rain. April showers got nothing on May's hereabouts.

This week's forecast. A bit tedious, isn't it:



Not even the damp chill and some low clouds could keep Daisy and me indoors yesterday. On a gray Sunday, color and amusement awaited us in the neighborhood.


First and foremost, there is green. Lots of green. Green upon green. I call this photo "The Thin Green Line."

Look down, underneath the maple tree: It's a Jackson Pollock homage in chartreuse micro tree flowers and various shades of rock.

A cherry tree between Iggy's restaurant and the beach is festooned with puffs of cotton candy.

OK, I know they're weeds, but... but... dandelions are SO CHEERFUL! As long as they're beside the walking path and not in the front yard....


Politically correct spray paint on Oakland Beach Ave. near the JONAH Center.


Sweet spring sight: A men's softball game on the ball field. Is it too soon for a picnic?

There will be lilacs! Even in the woods.

Later, just before it set, the sun filtered through clouds to light up the greenery opposite our house and a sailboat across Greenwich Bay.


Waiting on the front porch for his nightly ear-scratching and purring session: the local gentleman cat, Tux. I think ours is what you'd call a symbiotic relationship. He gets lovely stroking in all the right spots; I get that special calm that a gentle animal imparts.

You all know I love it when you click on my photos to enlarge them.