A Lovely Afternoon

I sit and listen to the gentle sounds coming from the trees near the creek. I wonder if the soft woo-woo is an owl, but my phone tells me it’s a mourning dove. What a funny idea, to be sitting here enchanted by the mesmerizing call and response of a pair of birds, and then break the spell and reach for my device. I find it is not an owl. Too bad. I would love to see an owl here. I watch as the trees and flowers begin to open after the dull winter. Buds pushing out everywhere. Life. This wondrous life bursts open from every direction. 
Sitting out here is an antidote to the nausea I feel when I read about what’s happening in the world. I’m grateful for the respite.

Guess what I’m knitting…