Nature endures. It's hard to see how, sometimes, but it does. It's Spring again, officially and sensually, and it's good. The air is warm, the birds are happy, particularly the wood pecker in the tree out front of our house. The breezes are gentle and refreshing; the light is strong. There is a lot of activity in our garden: "things" coming up in places that I can't remember there being anything living there before. I sit at my window watching a pinwheel stuck in a deck rail timbers madly spinning florescent colors into the air. It begins again, anew.

Stumble It!