Flowers have begun to bloom, trees commenced to leaf. There have been earthquakes, tornados, and extreme highs this winter, coupled with unanticipated snows. Despite everything, spring arrives. A time of renewal, growth, and starting over. There is no stopping this thing called spring. Every time I take a breath; I can feel another flower blooming.

It felt like an excellent day to discover new trails, but, life got in the way. It's okay! It is spring and tomorrow is another day!

The daffodils are passionate about their blooming.Some have just started budding,taking their sweet time, with some popping prettty and some in fully realized. I use a variety of types, so that the bloom times are staggered. Makes for a longer show. I love getting more for my money.

I can see the bluebells along the river, trying hard to be seen. In reality, there will be weeks before they start their story.There are seeds that were cast to wind months ago. Sometimes I like to spread my prospects far and wide in the fall, and slumber until spring to watch them come to fruition.

One branch in the entire neighborhood has started sprouting, but, the other dozens are bare to the bone. There is nothing uniform in their march, come as you please, bloom and release.

The most stunning get cheated in life. All beauty- no perfume.I want to say that that the scent is heavenly, but, the truth is, the blooms are precious and the scent is only in my mind. Speaking of which,tonight I was listening to music when I stopped for a moment and realized it was only in my head. Yikes.

Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as braided hair and the wearing of gold jewelry and fine clothes. Instead, it should be that of your inner self… 1 Peter 3:3-4a

All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.

The Naming of Cats

The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn’t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.

TS Elliot