Singing for Spring

A little morning walk with my camera, if only I could have captured the sounds of all of the birds around despite the 28 degrees, singing for spring.

Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune without the words,

And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;

And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little bird

That keep so many warm.

Emily Dickinson's Hope is the Thing with Feathers

Darkness and Light

 Each morning I look out the window and watch the sunrise.  This morning it was striking the change in location of the sun.  It has happened gradually, but with many mornings of clouds and fog was disguised, and it's now obvious skew now hits me.  It has now taken up residence much further South in our tree line.  In fact, the sun will barely reach above that tree line these days at it progresses much lower across the sphere each day.  We are now almost dark by about 4:20.  I relish that special angled light this time of year as we approach the solstice, and that darkest night before the light slowly returns.  It is almost as if we are watching the sun nap, and she will soon begin to stir and stretch, as she slowly begins her climb back up higher in the sky.

Headed Home

It's hard to believe that I have not posted here in almost a week!  I knew that this vacation would be very busy and my computer access would be limited, but I sealed the deal when I forgot the cable to my camera at home.  I normally bring the cable so that I can upload some photos for my mom and continue to make a few posts while we are here.  Between Sidney and I we took over 600 pictures this week that will be a little gift for us to open when we get home.

One of the great things about vacations, even busy ones, is that you are taken out of your normal day to day and begin to see things from a different perspective.  You are free to observe, imagine, cultivate and decipher thoughts and the resulting inspiration gives confidence in new ideas.

I will have much more to share, once the photos are loaded and sorted.
Like this little sand dollar at low tide finding it's way back, today we are headed home.