Changes

Fruit trees around the town are battling for my attention, each one more beautiful than the other. The April showers are finally here, and for two nights this week, I have been serenaded by the sound of light rain as I've fallen asleep. Instead of snow and ice on the trails, I am rewarded with meadowlarks, sand lilies, and the emerging green grass. This morning a flock of noisy seagulls circled overhead, blindingly white against the blue sky.