17 beats

Surprisingly relevant on the 10th of May, little lights shine on.

A stall in the flight paththen sudden drop and head first splashfor dinner.

Our landscape is coming to life this week like a paint with water book.

It may be that Ginger thinks she needs to incubate her carrot seeds? 

This is Ginger’s Garden – planted for the dog who picks her own carrots.

Praise for the greenspring leaves, unfolding new lifein a promise well kept.

Today I ran for the voices I’ve heard:in needin hopeand in joy.

Tonight we had a fire,marshmallows,and plans for summer fun to come.

Walking the pathwatching for green   but what does it mean –to wait with hope ?

Aha! convenient little squirrel ears to help me measure planting time.

The promise feels credible on this 60 degree day with sunshine.

This drippy evening should be more than enough to bring us May flowers.

For this pain that is too much,give themDaily Bread somehow someway please.

In so many ways Alaska has taught me to respect the details.

Gorgeous evening lightwith water so still, yet the birds! how they do scream.

As the days lengthen and the sun shines warm,I go walking in the light.

Spring –though bombarded by a week of snowstayed the courseand here comes green!

For the days when all I want is to go backand skip this turn…. courage.

Not far from the free-range bunny live these chickens, roosting in a tree.

They say Joy comes in the morning, but how shall we live until morning? 

Traditions spark memories and memoriesput some light on the path.

For this spring day when snow returned in great measure:flowers from the store.

I thought we were all done with this, she saidin the third week of April.

My morning-walk-the-dog routine can be hassle,yet alsoa gift.