On Tuesday I awoke to thunder and drizzle. And when the rain stopped, layers of bird song filled first light. Ah, I thought, spring. So I selected a spring green sweater to wear to the office--green the color of newly sprouted leaves. The temperature steadily dropped throughout the day. The next day, I awoke to silence--a fluffy blanket of snow. More spring. She takes her sweet time and titillates with surprise. We should all live our lives that way.
In a perfect world, the chattering house wren that invited me to look out the window would be under that suet basket in the photo. Oh, well.
For the Love of It...
...the sage sees heaven reflected in Nature as in a mirror, and he pursues this Art, not for the sake of gold or silver, but for the love of the knowledge which it reveals.
Sendivogius (1750)
On Tuesday I awoke to thunder and drizzle. And when the rain stopped, layers of bird song filled first light. Ah, I thought, spring. So I selected a spring green sweater to wear to the office--green the color of newly sprouted leaves. The temperature steadily dropped throughout the day. The next day, I awoke to silence--a fluffy blanket of snow. More spring. She takes her sweet time and titillates with surprise. We should all live our lives that way. 
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