The audacious sun finally showed up, and green was the winter landscape, I also saw the sun set just behind the carob tree, where the almond tree first blossom, asleep under a carpet of wild flowers and snoozed till dawn. Over the easterly range, which is the first defence against Spanish Marauders and the rain on its plane, the clouds were dark blue, perhaps more rain tomorrow? In fading light, a musical note danced down the phone line, the first flirt of spring? And should it rain tomorrow I will not be downhearted, this day will keep me warm for weeks to come.