Yesterday was a glorious spring day here in my sleepy little town, but I had loads of work to do that required my computer and an internet connection. My solution: I bribed myself. "Get the 'administrivia' done as soon a possible so you can hike to your lakeside 'office' and write."
I blasted through my work, ate an early lunch, and headed out.
I love our woods year round, but I especially love early spring days when beech trees display their new finery- delicate, ridged green leaves, soft like silk.
Yesterday was a day when I felt deep gratitude to be alive in this place on this particular day.
A day of honking geese whose voices echo off the trees.
Of silent swans flashing feathery fans.
A day of songbirds skittering as they build nests among bushes.
Of bumblebees defying engineering principals and flying even though it shouldn’t be possible.
Of ephemeral Lady Slippers preparing to bloom.
A day of turtles popping periscope heads up to look around and take a breath.
A day of tufty grasses poking through sand.
Of day of dragonflies zipping side to side
and crickets chirping in the meadow on the hike home.