April is upon us

When the wind blows mists and the clouds sit upon us, the rain that follows reminds me of the cool sierra or the pacificnorthwest of california. The fog rolls in swift and sure, at the top of this eucapyltus lined gully. There sits below our place, a small log cabin circa 1913 from when this piece of land was a getaway and a 200 acre estate. There were two orignal structures, the house at the top of the hill and the cabin complete with kitchen and hearth.
There now is a smattering of homes zig-zagging up through a quiet, little hamlet. The views up top here are really serene and when the late noon ore of light, shines straight across from the Iao valley, the landscape soaks up the gold and scatteres it across the sky, in hues of periwinkle to palest rose.
This time of year, regardless of place to me, seems in such a tumultous state. Unsure of how exactly to be for the day. The breezes blow the moisture in and out. One minute blustery and the next a sunny spot on the back porch beckoning for a companion.
Most folks that have asked where we are residing say that once summer hits, the upcountry will be divine. That the coolness will melt the headstrong heat away. I look forward to the summer. The coolness of the morning taunts me to come out. It looks inviting, but with a bit of cool bite to keep me warm inside.
The day has begun and the twitterings of my neighbors are calling.
"Out ! Out ! Out ! Come outside!!!" they call.