Ha, ha, the weather report was wrong!
Instead of overcast and showers, we had blue sky and poofy white clouds, and the occasional dark bluish cloud, and a sprinkle, and even a tiny hail shower... but it was mostly sunshine, and much warmer than they said it would be.
Some American goldfinches stopped by the feeder, an additional treat for the eye. It was hard to get a good shot of them, because they are much more shy than the littler lesser goldfinches (those greedy thugs!) and they kept a close eye on where I was with the camera.
I don't want to spook them; I'd like to see them more than once or twice a year.
So the sun was very welcome, but so was the rain over the weekend -- between the sogginess and the high winds, nearly all the blossoms were blown off my neighbor's ornamental pear. This is good because the blossoms, shining white, smell like rotten meat. Every year I eye my garbage can with disgust, and then realize that although the can is no Pampered Chef vessel, it also doesn't smell THAT bad!
Sunshine, finches ... I think Spring is off to a good start.