It’s easy for me to be wishing for spring about now. However, when I go out and look around, I’m often reminded that I don’t have to wait to make new discoveries in the backyard. Last week all I had to do was look up and enjoy the low-lying clouds.
When I looked to the west I saw dark, fast-moving clouds. To the east, the sky was entirely different with lots of bright blue sky and white fluffy clouds. In both scenes I appreciated the contrasting tree branches.
I’m often looking forward or down, totally unaware of the sky. I like thinking of it as a giant art museum with ever-changing views, and I hope I can remember to look up more often.
My father taught me to be a cloud watcher so this post brings back lovely memories. Thank you. BTW, your new banner for the blog is fantastic.
Ann, lucky you to have a father who watched the clouds. And glad you noticed and like the new banner.