By the time we rolled into the first weekend of March, the weather gods had once more chosen to show favor to us, to bring out bounteous sunshine, clear blue skies, and a benevolent full sun to make the colors around us brilliant and immersive.
The music of those two days brought us back to a resounding and uplifting spring chorus, the refrain of hope and promise as this weary earth spins on its axis and travels its tilted path around our very own yellow dwarf. These were great and good days at the Roediger House.
You might imagine how much Sumner wanted to settle into that sunshine, soaking up the warmth, feeling the emerging green of the lawn on his underbelly, waiting for friendly folks strolling by on the street.
The morning sun on Sunday caught the latest daffodil to bloom, a thoughtful gift from my friend and Virginia colleague Donna; the several lovely flowers are gathering their strength again to stand erect following the winds and cold and rains of the preceding Friday. And the cherry tree blossoms are particularly striking this premature spring:
We are at that time of year when the setting sun is almost directly behind the house, and if you step out at the right moment, the house's shadow gets a perfect casting against the side of the parking deck across the street:
Here's a tighter shot, without all the wires in the way, and with a nice look at the emerging very nearly full Worm Moon (also known this year as a Lenten Moon):
The photo of the city skyline at the top of this post was from my five-mile evening stroll. It's not as pronounced in the photo as I'd hoped, but above the Wells Fargo Tower on the left side, atop one another, are Venus (brighter) and Jupiter (barely a pin prick, below Venus).
Supper that evening was a parmesan-panko-spice-herb-crusted boneless chicken breast, rather perfectly baked, I might add. I roasted broccoli florets and made something new: macaroni with a truffle and white cheddar sauce.
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