More Spring, More Busting Out

Nothing slows time and nothing stops spring. Halleluia.

The family started off Sunday morning with a walk in a nearby park. 

We saw fungi.

 Pretty pink flowers. Elderberry?

Gorgeous yellow willow, shrieking to high heaven.

More shy fungi.

Hushed to us perhaps, but these woods are full of inter-species communication. 

All the green things are talking and carrying on like anything.

Or are these the elderberries?

I know these are trillium. They were everywhere.

When I got home I grabbed the camera and ran around taking pictures for you. Lots going on.

The plum trees, asian pears, and peach tree are all in bloom.

We have wallflowers. (Or are they forget-me-nots?)

The over wintered kale is blooming.

An april delicacy.

Leeks and garlic. 

More kale. 

An occasional tulip.

Spring onions.

The mache pit. We've been eating tons of this.

Big lumbers from some tree thinning. Firewood for next winter.

Buds on the lilacs.

Flowering. Everything is springing to life.

Shrinking violets.

The mister's been thinning the herd with his little tools. He does it so tenderly; thanks each one for their service.

The seedlings are stretching out.

They are happy and hopeful.

It's the beginning of everything.

The world is new again.

I got a visit from an old beloved friend that I had not seen in 40 years. 

Just imagine that. The part about the 40 years.

We were exactly as we remembered each other. No, better. In those days we went to Mexico on spring break, both attended ASU and both worked graveyard at Motorola in Phoenix, Arizona. 

We shared the closest friendship for several years. And then I moved to Oregon and she moved to Ohio to go to graduate school. 

And we lost touch.

What a gift to be reunited. 

One of the best parts of having a blog is that it gives me an opportunity to reflect on life's goodness. At my age I'm no longer interested in talking about what's difficult. (Yes, the molar's been pulled, the bone graft inserted, my face is swollen and I have a yellow bruise the size of Brazil on my jaw.) Those things happen to all of us. But after putting up a blog post like this one, my heart sees what really counts in my life and that is my family, my friends, and this beautiful world that I've gotten to live in for so many seasons. 

I hope you're noticing spring (or fall!) where you live and that you are counting your blessings as well. I'll catch you up on the art news when I next return. xo