Not Dead Yet …

The transition from winter to spring in Austin. Such a precarious situation. It’s only mid February … but this apple tree in my backyard is starting to bloom. Isn’t she pretty? And careless? And naive?

I hear her faint whispers …
I’m not dead … I feel fine … I feel happy. I feel happy.

I fear for her. The situation reminds me very much of this Monty Python clip.