The majority of the states in the U.S. turned all clocks forward an hour for Daylight Savings Time on Saturday night—technically early Sunday morning for those who stayed up that late. Everyone I talked to feels a mild jet lag—that is, if they knew about it (if you don’t watch the news you can be an hour off for awhile).
While I’m not happy about having my circadian rhythm thrown off twice a year—“spring forward; fall back,” I had the advantage this morning of being at the window just as the sun shone its pink rays, and I will definitely enjoy having more daylight at the end of the day. The mornings will catch up soon.
Over the weekend while on our errands we saw rows and rows of Bradford Pears in full bloom, yellow forsythia, even my favorite—redbuds, were beginning their beautiful fuchsia show.
A mockingbird came to visit the balcony garden this morning but I didn’t have my camera in hand so I stayed and watched it flip its tail up and down several times before flying away. Sometimes it’s better to be present in the moment than to risk missing it while grabbing the camera.
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