It is the emissary of spring when the wild fruit trees first bloom.
I witnessed the first tiny leaves of the Black Oak, nearly a month early, emerging next to a leaf from last Autumn that was too reluctant to fall.
On the first day of February, I heard what I thought was a deafening sound of cicadas, but learned it is the Pacific Chorus Frogs, and they haven’t stopped since, as if something ominous began that day and continues.
Out walking in the wild, on a trail near my house, I am reminded that in the absence of distractions, I begin to feel peaceful renewal . . . because in the dispassion of winter, I discovered within me an Invincible Spring.
Juno feels it too.
These early warm days are so lovely, soft and seductive…..at the same time make me just a little uneasy. I love your photos of your mountain and Juno…..your beautiful trail that you’ve quietly tended. They’re so vivid that I can smell the fresh green and damp earth.
xo
I think you’re the only one who knows where that trail is. I haven’t done any work outside yet, but soon it will be time to groom the trails, and prepare for the splendor of the season ahead!
Wouldn’t that be fun to cultivate wild ivy and periwinkle around the edges to camouflage the entrance to the bunny trail?
Oooh, good idea! Blackberries are growing already though, maybe just don’t prune them down this year.
Perfection! The ideal natural wall to keep the forces out….Beautiful.