There is something to be said for a fine spring day, when the air is rich with the scent of sunshine, green and growing things, the heavy musk of yesterdays rain and today’s freshly mown grass. All of those things combined with the busy chatter of birds, the industrious hum of bees and the scampering play rabbits and chipmunks can only mean that while we humans were bemoaning the late spring, spring got off on its own without any help from us. Such is the natural way of things and my delight when I find myself caught up in meandering reflection, and wondering how a thing as important as spring could sneak up on me. Then of course, I realize it wasn’t sneaking at all, I was simply distracted and did not see what was taking place before my very eyes. Yes, there is something to be said for a fine spring day when the sun warms my winter chilled bones, the word is bliss.
Thank goodness that I noticed that spring has arrived and thank goodness, I can at last breathe freely. I thought I would never be able to draw a free breath of air again. I cannot recall ever having gone that long struggling for every breath. That is behind me now and I am free to begin enjoying my camera.
Don and I are going to work out on the porch today, taking down panels we use to close it in for the winter and cleaning it up. We purchased a couple of rocking chairs for use out there and I can’t wait to start rocking away.
Thanks for taking the time to check in and see how I am doing.
There is always hope.
