The roofs are shining from the rain./The sparrows tritter as they fly,/And with a windy April grace/The little clouds go by. by Worriedman

Sara Teasdale – “April” Read on Substack

The rest of the poem-

Yet the back-yards are bare and brown
With only one unchanging tree–
I could not be so sure of Spring
Save that it sings in me.

Sara Teasdale is a great poet!

Melting snow and cold March rain bring the April flowers.

Daffodils,-

Crocus –

This lovely lady was at the stable yesterday.

She stayed 20 foot away from me for quite awhile, then finally decided I was worth a visit –

The first clematis blooms –

Mandevilla, also known as rocktrumpet or dipladenia ( it’s not a dipladenia – the two are often confused – I can’t remember the difference)

A cat for Caturday!

That’s all I have room for – Thanks for dropping by! (snip)