I have learned that temperatures on Friday actually broke records. I believe it was 76 degrees in parts of CT. About 70 or 72 around here.
Yesterday cooler, but still beautiful. Ella and I went to the park. It is waking up. Skim of ice on the side of the pond that gets more shade. Ducks doing their mating thing, pairing off. One pair in a large puddle at the edge of the wood on the western loop. Time to keep an eye out for the muskrat. The heron. Even the foxes.
Last night I went to synagogue and heard Megillah Ester read at the start of Purim. I joined the "quiet" reading - there were 3 separate ones. The main one - large, noisy, lots of kids ages 5-12 dressed in costumes, with noise makers - all in the spirit of Purim. A second one with the scroll of Esther read by women for women. And the "quiet" one, for people with small children and babies and others like me who are not in the frame of mind for the regular chaos of Purim these days. Purim party followed but I didn't stay.
This morning Ella and I went back to the park. Many red-winged blackbirds apparent by their distinctive calls. And fat robins. A couple of Canada geese flew in while we were walking.
After millennia, spring goes for it again. Can we human beings learn from that?
Peace.
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