Mother Nature is forgiven. Yesterday’s sunset was glorious and covered the sky in reds and oranges and all their different hues. The west had a fire in the sky. In the east, the sky was lightly colored, almost pink. I went out on the deck with Henry. We just sort of sat together until dark.

Being quarantined hasn’t changed my daily schedule but rather just moved it until later in the day. Last night it was close to three before I turned off the light. This morning I didn’t finally get up until after 11:30. The first time I woke up it was almost nine. I just turned over and went back to sleep and so did Henry. It is now close to 1:30. I have just finished reading my first paper, The Boston Globe, and drinking my first cup of coffee.

Today is cloudy and rain is predicted for later. There is a heavy wind warning. It will be in the 50’s today and the 30’s tonight. That’s right, the 30’s. It will be the same tomorrow. April is always a crazy weather month.

I heard turkey gobbling again this morning. I asked Alexa six times when the breeding season is for wild turkeys. I found out that in Turkey people breed all year. Good for them! My next question didn’t get me answer either, but I did learn about Wild Turkey, 101 proof and made with corn. I’m not a bourbon drinker. Come to find out turkeys were once extinct on Cape Cod. That was another Alexa piece of information. I tried every combination of words hoping to get what I wanted from Alexa.

I asked my kitchen Google the same question. When is mating season for wild turkeys in Massachusetts? I didn’t hear a word about booze. I did learn the gobbling I heard might have been courting as the breeding season is March to May. It took one try on Google. I gave Alexa another chance. I think the question was far longer than the answer, but she came through, finally.

Yesterday my yard got its first spring cleanup. The noise of the mower woke me up. The gardens were raked, fallen branches hauled away, dead stuff trimmed and hauled and the driveway blown clean.

I am ready, my garden is ready and the turkeys are beyond ready. Come on warm days of spring. Come on sunshine so strong it makes for squinting. I’m getting impatient.

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