Spring is coming...

Not much of a picture - just the promise of new growth. No matter what we are doing, running around being busy and all, the earth just keeps on doing her thing as best she can.

Here's one of my favorite Mary Oliver poems...

Passing the Unworked Field


Queen Anne's lace
is hardly
prized but
all the same it isn't
idle look
how it
stands straight on its
thin stems how it
scrubs its white faces
with the
rags of the sun how
makes all the
loveliness 
it can.


I love that - and we each can just manage to make all the loveliness we can.