The tail of the winter with its bitter March winds has tucked itself away. There are hints of early green stems peeking out from the warm soil.
Roots streaming from the bottom;
Buds teasing at the top; Birds resting on the sturdy branches;
In the corner, beneath the birch tree, the final pile of snow clings to the earth.
Has spring bloomed early this year?
Everything’s coming up with the thrill of fresh green sprouts.
Abundant visions of elderberry fruit, still white, not yet plump, gathered together in small bouquets, the darlings of the pasture.
Blueberries, cranberries, rosehips, a red, white and blue bolt of color,
Omega 3 for all the animals.
Looking out the kitchen window I can see small green leaves on the lilac bush.
The forsythia is on the verge of a remarkable display of intense yellow.
Two Saint Bernards walk across the long deck nose to tail. In their shadow walk three generations of Saints.
I feel connected to the shadow walkers, so much love has come and gone and back again all with young life.