collection of Judy Wetzel
This afternoon, I took a break from work and walked out to visit my maple trees. They are looking rather bare and forlorn, but if you look closely, you can just make out their tiny buds beginning to swell. I took a breath of barely warmer fresh air and looked up at gathering clouds.
When I paused in the driveway to close the green gate, the waxing moon glowing, the stars a little brighter than usual, the sun setting a little later ~ I felt it. The frogs feel it, they are making their music in the creek bed. The daffodils are sending up fat spikes.
I can feel the spring in the dead of winter....