Monday, April 9, 2012
Earlier I stood at the dining room window watching the trees branches, heavy with buds, bobbing in the wind. It struct me as how for 33 years I have watched the awakening of spring at this window and how each year it is as if I see if for the first time. Nature never ceases to amaze me, never do I tire of its beauty, its presence. Maybe its this season, the Octave of Easter, that brings it closer. Its a nice thing, a blessing.