“In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.”― Margaret Atwood, Bluebeard's Egg
breakfast
bits and pieces of the past few days … I don’t have any wise words today, other than to tell you to just get outside, take a walk, or a nap, discover something beautiful, and do your best to stay away from the news
robin
birdbath
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sunbathing
the dogwood
Many years ago a friend gave me a few chunks of forget me nots. She dug them up with a small trowel after I admired them in her garden, sending me home with some of my own. I planted small clumps of them throughout my garden, where they flourished for years. When we moved, six years ago in the early fall, I thought I had left them all behind. But that first spring I spotted a few scattered here and there. This is their sixth season here in this garden close to the sea, and I am happy to say they are everywhere.
Sadly, a few years ago I got news that my friend had passed away. But come spring I see her everywhere in this garden of mine.
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“Toad blinked in the bright sun. ‘Help!‘, said Toad. ‘I cannot see anything.’
‘Don’t be silly,’ said Frog. ‘What you see is the clear warm light of April. ”
Arnold Lobel - Frog and Toad are friends.
I sit here wondering what I might write to help with some of the weight of the world we are all feeling right now. The warmth of the April sun, along with the gardens waking up, helps me for sure. I play around a bit with the post processing of this image, taking my mind off the daily news for a few minutes, giving me a break and a bit of hope.
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The rain and heavy wind keep us inside today. I spend time in the archives of my photos to see what the weather was like a few years ago. I play around with tones and light, bokeh and hidden delights.
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"If not for you, winter wouldn't hold no spring, couldn't hear a robin sing. I just wouldn't have a clue, if not for you." ~ Bob Dylan
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