Some Enchanted Evening.

Suddenly, we have evenings again. With daylight savings in effect, it doesn't get dark here until around 8:30, so O. and I decided to celebrate with a post-prandial stroll.

It may be spring, but the trees are still bare.

Like hope, the crocuses spring eternal.

At one point, we were joined by a fat, friendly gray cat
(easier to see if you click the picture),
but otherwise the streets were deserted.

The sunset tipped the stark branches with a hint of crimson.

As much as we crave the coming of spring, we will miss the bleak beauty
of these skeletal trees.

P.