Well, first, this is a fair representation of our past couple of weeks. Low energies, low fevers, an over-supply of mucous and throat-swell, and intense appreciation for the sun. It looked like a crime scene, but I didn't have the heart to move any of them.
This week it's my turn, but it's traveling through me quickly (knock on wood, hack hack). Before it got me, I got out for a hike on my own. Yes, on my own. I can't tell you when that has happened, and though I was in familiar woods, it was quite exciting.
Some of our dearest are spending this month - and maybe many more - in Maine, where they have recently had seven fresh inches of snow. Dearlings, these are for you...
|ah! trillium! what a nice surprise!|
|The elusive bloodroot, which I fear I might have missed this year. I shall try again this week...|
This place is so beautiful in the spring. My heart was full at every turn of the path and every new angle of the light. The rains this week have brought even more color to the hills - the most delicate greens and reds, the deep pinks of the redbud. One can't stay down for long in these spring days.