Bright Spot

I did yoga on the back deck at 6 a.m. this morning. The wind was out of the east, which is unusual for here. The weatherman said to expect rain today, and when I looked at the sky during my postures, thick grey clouds littered the sky like laundry in a teenager's room.

When I finished up, I sat on my mat and breathed. I saw snatches of morning sunlight the color of honey highlighting the pines down in the hollow. I'd left the garden door open and the aroma of coffee called like Homer's sirens.

Jilda was on the couch petting Ol' Buddy. He's not doing well. I fear we'll have to make the hard decision on him over the next few days. Not a happy time at the Watson house.

The bright spot of the day for us was when we walked, we realized that our rhododendron was in full bloom.

The shrub had gone through some trauma during our home renovation a few years back and getting it to live has been touch and go.

I took the sheers and did some major pruning during the winter. It had gotten to the point where were were about to cut it down and plant a new one.

But it began putting on buds and today when we walked, there was a blossom almost as big as a basketball.

The light wasn't good so I photoshopped the picture but hopefully the sun will make another appearance while the shrub is in bloom giving me enough light to make a decent picture.

I hope you all have a remarkable Friday.