Out driving today, I was struck by the brilliant green of the newly unfurled leaves; a green I didn't see just a few days ago when driving the same route.
The birds and yard bunnies have taken to hanging out in my front yard when they're hungry in the mornings and late evenings. I like to watch as the cardinals, robins, sparrows, the occasional woodpecker, and the other birds I don't recognize on sight, take off and land, stopping to get their fill.
The items offered for their dining delight are a freewheeling mixture of clover, wild violets, wild strawberries and grass, along with the assorted bugs who like to hang around the salad bar. (I have given into peer pressure, and while I still cheer for the dandelions in my heart, I do pull them out of the yard so as to not incur glares from the neighbors who don't appreciate their flagrant beauty. I need no feedback from the neighbors to pull the crabgrass when its season arrives - that stuff doesn't share well, and is ugly to boot.)
I find it interesting that while my avian friends do pass through my back yard, which is about fifty square feet of pristine grass (manually weeded to protect the bees), they haven't been lingering there. I'm guessing all those people who write articles in the eco-magazines are correct - the mono-culture of the grass just doesn't taste very good. I do know, from past experience, once the flowers start blooming in their beds, the birds will be visiting - but this is the first year I've noticed the way they shun the space until the blooms arrive. Food for thought.
These sights and the fresh aromas that accompany them have been helping to ground and center my soul. They help me to know all is not lost. Truth be told, I need the reminder.
I don't find much to like in the news from the outside world these days. I am glad I have a place brimming with positive proof the cycle of life is not completely broken to balance the bleakness portrayed there.
Here's to Spring. Here's to its life-giving new growth; its healing energy; the way it embodies hope fulfilled.
Good Is.
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