A walk on the cusp of spring brings a slight sense of euphoria…The birds were so ecstatic that you couldn’t help but catch their happiness. Late afternoon…my first visit out to the woods since my knee replacement 7 weeks ago. That made me a little dizzy with happiness too. The unusual 70+ temps had melted half the pond where a lone duck was swimming (surely with VERY cold feet!). But all the snow was gone. My Merlin Bird ID app began recording bird songs while I sketched…doesn’t everyone have that? If not, you must download it! Nine bird songs popped up in the first 15 minutes! But it was the Red winged Blackbirds that took over the show.
I looked for green but it’s too early for green yet EXCEPT for the lovely moss on the old boulders gathered at the north end of the pond. I was drawn to that green and the long shadows in the late afternoon sun. These old boulders look like they had gathered for a meeting to whisper ancient stories. I listened hard but the birds drowned them out. For the now mats of thick leaves warm and protect the lovely spring flowers to come in a month or two as the wild rains and bitter winds continue to howl their last under a blood moon.
I looked for green but it’s too early for green yet EXCEPT for the lovely moss on the old boulders gathered at the north end of the pond. I was drawn to that green and the long shadows in the late afternoon sun. These old boulders look like they had gathered for a meeting to whisper ancient stories. I listened hard but the birds drowned them out. For the now mats of thick leaves warm and protect the lovely spring flowers to come in a month or two as the wild rains and bitter winds continue to howl their last under a blood moon.
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