It’s midas moment and the geese are in it and the beginning-to-blossom trees are bright white, the evergreens are saturated pine, and the sky is a gorgeous cobalt.
*6:55 pm caught another midas moment near GW parkway; all the bare branches velvet mauve and burnished gold, so bright by the cobalt sky.
Discovered the reason the daffodils in the front yard are all looking so subdued is because a little girl in a bright pink jacket has been swooping in (she was in and out before I had time to think “hey—”) and collecting all the perky-looking blossoms. It’s probably okay; my best guess is that she’s taking them home to her mother, and that’s a pretty fair outcome for spring flowers, no matter how and who carefully planted them.
Where are all my pajama pants? Do I have to do laundry again?
I should probably just buy more pajama pants.