eighteen: golden flowers are my favourite

every day now the views from all the windows in my life have more green in them. more blossoms.

more color. more of this.

more sunshine.

more work to do, also. and more temptation to just go lay in the grass under these beautiful trees.

the past few days have collected more than their share of mildly enlightening moments, beyond the earlier and earlier light of springtime morning and beyond the warmer and warmer air of springtime afternoons. I'm lucky to have smart people around, sharing all their smartness. more than lucky. grateful.

tonight's reading. listening. distantly mourning.