The weather here in Reno is notoriously unpredictable. One year we had skiing up the road a piece (near Tahoe) for July 4th and it’s not uncommon to want heat and air-conditioning in the same day. This week, after temperatures in the 90’s (F), Mother Nature decided it was time for a surprise, so she sent in fierce winds, light rain, and thunderstorms. Since this is a year of drought, we would have been happy with the rain, but there wasn’t enough of it. This morning it was 38 (F) and we’re wondering where our guest hummingbirds have been–the wind made us take down their feeder. So today, for dVerse Open Link Night, I’m sharing another short poem:
Wet spring bouquets change
morning gray into a sunlit garden.
Birds nest between flowers
and a cloudy sky.
I hope to catch you later on over at the Pub where you will enjoy companions and verse and all kinds of fun and talent.