Calm Again

"With the coming of spring, I am calm again." Gustav Mahler

Residual Snow?!

During my daily solitary walks with Cam(era), the song, How can I keep from Singing, pumps through my brightening heart, charging and re-balancing my being as I notice passing markers of spring, sometimes subtle, sometimes bedazzling. These intentional strolls have become my daily meditation, as well as my excuse to get fresh air and a fresh perspective.

Cattails reappear

If  I had waders, I would harvest some shoots.

The onslaught of global and local concerns fades away, and my mind rests as I am reassured that Nature does not slow down during a pandemic, at least not in April.

While I amble through local woods and parks, I notice daily change. If I were to lollygag long enough, I suspect I might even see difference occur even more quickly as Mother Earth’s time lapse happens on her own schedule, and it sure is rocket jet fast these days.

I am excited to hear familiar plant friends call our. What about me? Take my picture!  Some of the colors are not even on my tie dye charts....