Passing The House of Shades last night, I thought I saw figures moving in its dark interior. But it may have been reflections on the old bubbled glass as I went by.
This afternoon I was stunned to drive through a heavy snowfall in bright sun. I looked for halos but saw a haze full of sparkling motes. The wind blew it like dust across the pavement. There was no accumulation, the glitter vanished at dark.
While the tulips went to the office, the other pot bound bulbs landed at home. I had hoped the fragrance would perfume my dreams, but I have a terribly stuffy nose this morning.