Despite my office windows being shut against today's chill, I could hear the song of a warbler singing somewhere outside. So I put on my coat, grabbed my binoculars, and wandered around looking for him. Around the back of the building, I was confronted with the glorious sight of a shadbush tree in full bloom, one or two of its white petals twirling through the air on the slight breeze. The sun was high in the sky; everything shone, even the single cloud drifting past. Finding the yellow-rumped warbler singing in a nearby alder was almost anti-climactic.
Stretching in the sun,
shadbush reaches for the clouds.
Warbler sings below.
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