A string of cool days and cold nights has put spring into slow-mo. I love it when this happens. It prolongs "nature's first green," which is gold, as Robert Frost said. Precious. Fleeting.
So, in advance of the weekend's warming trend, I celebrate this first green, best as viewed against a blue, blue sky. And again, nature has cooperated, has given us low-humidity azures. So rather than looking down at the parched and powdery soil, I've looked up at the heavens. And the gold.