Up from the sea, the wild north wind is blowing
Under the sky's gray arch;
Smiling I watch the shaken elm boughs, knowing
It is the wind of March.
~ William Wordsworth, Written in March
March really came in with a roar this year... snow then rain, then more snow and more rain.... finally ending up with almost 1.5 inches already this month. Another in the long line of Nor'easters we have had this winter. The wind was again, amazingly strong and with my room facing northwest... well, it howled and creaked and the screens shook as the rain pounded the windows.... all night for two nights. Today, still windy but the sky was clear, the barometric pressure is on the way up and the sun was out, even if it was still cold. The mourning doves lined up, perched along the back fence hunkered down against the wind. I decided to clean the french door windows and was opening the door when a large fluttering of wings swooped around the side of the house and right up to the door, then back over the hot tub and out to the back fence. It was our hawk... today was a hunting day, but no luck. The hapless doves managed to escape... this time.
As for the picture, it comes from a warmer place, Grand Canary Island. No, I haven't been there but my brother performed there last summer and brought me a horde of pictures to work with... yes, I must live life in exotic settings through his pictures. I love the look in the lion's eye and it is my contribution to Carmi's weekly theme... monochrome.
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