The last two days we’ve had practically perfect Seattle spring weather: wall to wall sunshine and 58°. Trees are blooming insanely (I’m allergic to tree pollen). Yesterday I sat outside for an hour, finishing Mary Stewart’s Hollow Hills, with a cat asleep on my foot (and my foot asleep between his head and the deck). I didn’t mind. I was deep in the fifth century, listening to the trees making that no-leaves-yet whisper in the afternoon breeze rising from the sound, to the rooster crowing far away, to the people across the ravine mowing their lawn.
Spring is definitely here. This is how the neighbourhood a little south and east of us looked earlier this week:
I breathe this every day
And here’s our street the same day: fewer trees in bloom, all that snow still on the Olympics. A handy reminder to enjoy these days to the hilt, because in this neck of the woods, it’s possible to get snow as late as May.
And then here’s a picture of a daffodil I took a week or so ago, just because it makes me feel as though spring might stick around:
Nicola Griffith 
Here in Atlanta, it is exactly the time of year described in the first pages of The Blue Place. Azaleas are in full bloom, and sticky yellow pollen is everywhere. All we need is a massive thunder storm and a house fire…
Also, gorgeous pics! Thanks for sharing!
Spring was always my favourite time of year in Atlanta; everything smells so delicious.
It's 70 degrees here in Whitewater. The sun is shining. I was outside for half the day. I fear it's too early to last.
Ne'er cast a clout till May is out…
Gael
Oh, yep. But I usually give in and start the ritual clothes-swapping game at the beginning of April.
As its been unseasonably hot here, I dragged a case of 'summer' clothes out of the loft and found £20 in the pocket of a pair of trousers. Result : )
Gael
Money and sunshine. Want!