There is something different about today.
A special angle to the light, and waft of soil and moisture, more birds that I have seen, or heard in along time.
I still don't dare to say what I am thinking, wouldn't want to anger the Northwind , who could send the winds of a cold snowy change my way.
But I did buy some potting soil and a couple of plastic planter boxes for my experiment in growing grape tomatoes, however, I forgot to buy the seeds. I will take that as being something Freudian, about not wanting to appear too eager. On the drive home I noticed that maples are being tapped, and lawn are turning green.
And then there are the rewards that are less tangible. The beauty and determination of snowdrops.
Watching birds in flight and,and the lilt of their love songs. The feel of the earth under my feet.
The joy of seeing a 61st Spring, each one different from the last.
A haiku shared with me by a good friend.
with intricate stitches
loops of birdsong
knit the morning