Already April

Spring arrived late this year, as usual, and while March usually heralds a change of season, it isn't until April that things really start to happen here in New England. It was exciting to see the beautiful bursts of yellow, pink and white in manicured lawns and along the roadside. It was a signal to open the windows, welcome the rain and plant some pansies.

Happy Earth Day

Forsythia in bloom - photo: tjbg 2017

Easter came and went, with all its promises of things yet to come (and, sadly for me, reminders of people and things that have gone away), and we also marked the passing of what we like to call Earth Day (which, to me, is EVERY day) and are seeing slightly warmer temperatures, even though there is still a chill in the air. Now, well after the forsythia and flowering pear and rhododendron and daffodils have had their say, it is comforting to see that the trees are waking up and are very busy putting out their fresh green leaves at last. 

Nature is my religion. Nature is my muse. Even though my biological mother is no longer here in the physical world, I can still hear her voice in birdsong, in the wind and waves. She sent me a card once, that's how I know it's her. 

Happy Spring, Mom. I love you.