Sitting on my porch watching a thousand birds swoop in to feast on some juicy worms after a storm left a field of standing water is a new pastime of mine. I saw a tiny dragon fly draw near as if to say hello and a yellow butterfly too. The bees are buzzing and so much potential is blooming, letting itself be known. I love these in-between times of the seasons.
Some posts are simply….simple, observations in nature reminding me that it’s good to stop where we are and just be.
(images from unknown artists: pulled from the interweb)
May you hear the voices of the birds sing a sweet melody, an ode to spring,
~Angela
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