Spring in one of the best wonders I know and I’ve got a few photos to prove it.
Blossoms and acres of green keep finding me wherever I go:
The spring fair:
Dogs that bark at me from windows while I walk deep in the hilltop:
Of course, the black cat who curls up on rainy afternoons:
New-to-me things like glasses with modern miracles like progressive lenses:
Kids at those insane birthday parties and in living room tents that make them grin and the heads of the parents spin:
And more flowers — especially the ones in my mother’s back yard.
I keep up a good show after spring passes into summer but I never feel quite as alive as I do this time of year. I agree with Emily Dickinson. Just existing in this season feels like a sacrament.
May you find flowers and grace as we fall down into summer-
