Outside early this Saturday morning, the rain
was the welcome surprise, quietly falling from the skies, as the forest and
conservation fields and gardens drank and drank, and shone with wetted bright
colors.
As more birds hatched in carefully constructed nests, hawks bleat to
each other across the outwaters, and the mosquitoes appear to be having the
earliest, most award winning year here, despite the dry dry spring.
To go
outside, you must be covered. Raincoat pulled tight around your face, herbal
stuff sprayed upon legs and shoes and pants. Usually we have a respite until
July, to get the gardening ahead and mulching and so on. And then disappear
indoors, unless you drive somewhere and walk from there.
Yet, outside all is glorious and growing, the Woodcock quietly raising their tiny young nearby in the woods, as precious days come and go, and in between all things, I sit quietly and crack nuts.
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