Clouds scud about leaving the heavens blue and then gray on this day of the Fool. I wonder about that. Why this day was selected. We each walk the path of the fool and can easily access our path through the tarot. All these random thoughts scurry through my mind as I grab a shovel and digging tool and go in search of dandelions. The donkeys love them—considering them the equivalent of a hot fudge sundae.

I fill the bird bath and sit, watching flocks of small birds come in for a drink. A lovely orange red fellow swooping down to dip, his plain bride following. I shuffle the deck and pull the Ace of Wands, a perfect card for the day. I smile and wait for the rain.

Deirdre
April 1, 2006