The fog hangs lonely over Anderson Island, while a sliver of creamsicle-tinged sky peeks through Pitt Passage.
Spring has arrived, burying winter under the hopeful songs of the robins, chickadees and red-winged blackbirds.
Our hummingbirds are hungrily buzzing around. The eagles sound frisky, flitting from treetop to limb.
“It must be mating season,” my lovely bride said to me.
The air feels warm and the ground damp. It is currently 43 degrees. The weather geeks say rain is coming this afternoon. Our high for the day will be in the mid 50s.
Good morning Longbranch.