The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Actually after the Oscars finally ended last night I slept better and longer than ever. But the rain left its tracks.
So I wore my gloves for my morning walk but made the mistake of wearing a big black cowboy hat instead of my Greek fisherman's cap. With the breeze blowing it was a struggle to keep it on.
But my al fresco visit was not without reward. Our redbud tree is all budded out.
It's still pretty early but it won't be long (he said) before these many buds will turn into red blossoms.
And then they will disappear and the tree will be covered with green leaves providing a safe lurking space for the finches and other birds directly above our bird bath.
But right now they look nearly good enough to eat, don't they?