It is hard to believe that the month of May is half over. Time warps and bubbles when you are busy...and when you aren't. :)
The light through my window is weak today. The green of new leaves is brighter against the gray white sky. The wind carries a cold chill and the threat of rain. The lake is rippled and the color of deep forest green. The geese hang out along the edge, their family whittled down through bad luck and misadventure--although I believe the coyote thinks otherwise. A rabbit the size of my bichon sits at the edge of the garden chewing on grass. It has already burrowed a den in the strawberries. Let's hope we don't have a repeat of last year's bunny massacre, but I suspect we will. It makes me think of "the greatest plans of mice and men." The ground is soggy from recent rains and the strong scent of mud and algae overtakes the sweet scent of blooming trees. The robin sings, happy because the muddy ground brings up worms. It is a high feast for him and his babies. I turn my back to the window, pull on socks to warm my chilled feet and attack the work for the day.