Even though Vancouver and Portland greeted spring with rain and wind, it still felt like spring. I guess God decided that the PNW would spend March 20th watering flower buds. I don’t mind as long as that means more flowers and sunshine later 0n.
To keep with my bucket-list, here’s one of my old sketches of a blooming tree from last years spring. (‘весна’ means spring in Russian)
Когда весна придет – не знаю,
Пройдут дожди, сойдут снега…
Но ты мне улица родная
И в непогоду дорога.
(Весна на Заречной улице, 1956)