Saturday, April 20, 2024: the first full day of my spring vacation.

We’ve already shook our heads over StateFarm’s overpriced auto insurance bill. Our son dressed early for work, and he left with plenty of time. I helped Mira post to her website’s blog. Oh, yeah: I wrote some poetry of my own on mine.

The morning clouds have broken. Rain has passed on. Sun comes out in spurts, as clouds move in and out. The birds of the neighborhood keep singing. The blossoms on the Cherry tree next door keep swelling.

Hopefully, the Cherry blossoms at the New York Botanical Garden live up to their promise.

spring breeze

a siren sounds

in the distance