It was a bee-yoo-ti-ful day! The second beautiful day in a row.
Neighbors on all sides were out in their yards, pruning, staking, watering, and so forth.
The tallest cherry tree in the backyard is covered with blooms, and the plants in the side yard are covered with flowers:
Self was so pleased with this specimen that she purchased another Viburnum and put it in the front yard, a few weeks ago.
And, wouldn’t you know, on p. 162 of Anna Karenina (the Modern Library version), self reads this:
For the last few weeks it had been steadily fine frosty weather. In the daytime it thawed in the sun, but at night there were seven degrees of frost. There was such a frozen surface on the snow that they drove the wagons without staying on the roads. Easter came in the snow. Then all of a sudden, on Easter Monday, a warm wind sprang up, storm clouds swooped down, and for three days and three nights the warm, driving rain fell in streams. On Thursday the wind dropped, and a thick gray fog brooded over the land as though hiding the mysteries of the transformations that were being wrought in nature. Behind the fog there was the flowing of water, the crackling and floating of ice, the swift rush of turbid, foaming torrents; and on the following Monday, in the evening, the fog parted, the storm clouds split up into little curling crests of cloud, the sky cleared, and the real spring had come.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.