4.16.15 Everything that slept comes awake once again .

     The Connecticut was fast flowing last night, the banks swollen from the recent spring rains, as large fish flung themselves at masses of plants sweeping down the current, to feed beneath the sunset.

     Beautiful iridescent patterns swirled upon the racing waters on their endless path toward the ocean . Warm enough for flip-flops, the sun bright enough to make you squint. 

     All the outwaters flooded, with so many species flourishing there in the springtime protection and nourishment, preparing for their newborns. 

     It seems like yesterday that the pathway along the river was mounded with slippery and impassable ice. The land devoid of humans and dogs, but not deer and coyote, all quiet until spring thaws and the land shared again by all.

     Now, the first few shoots of grass are visible, brightest green, for the Groundhog that feeds, as everything that slept comes awake once again .

     And here? The wind will be found singing through the tall stand of Scotch Pine. As the setting sun tosses it's golden light across the land.