Sitting and reading on the bench, I saw a shadow pass over the grass. I looked up and there was a hawk. Amazing to see one so close it leaves a shadow.
The wind. There is almost always a wind on our hill. Because of that, and because of my affection for my childhood copy of Anne of Windy Poplars, we named our place, Windy Poplars Farm. I so love it, and have never tired of the name after all these years. The wind today is one of those special spring winds. The sun is bright, but the strong, gusty wind keeps the air quite cool. And the temperature out on the bench, in that open, unsheltered spot was a few degrees colder than on the stone terrace just off the house.