“Solvitur ambulando” It is solved by walking, Augustine.
The evening air is cool, in the low 40’s, and the mist is thick enough to soak your clothes. The blackbirds are in, their warning sharp in the air as I approach. Even the horses coming up from the gap are shy, and stand watching through the bushes on their way to the feeding troughs. Tulips are starting to bloom and color is coming back to the earth, though the days are gray and chilly. What treasures this needed moisture will cause to rise from the earth.