26 February 2018
Taken in Camera+. Edited in Snapseed and Pixlr.
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There is an yin/yang quality to the last two weeks. While my country continues on a seriously scary trajectory, Mother Nature has given my region a relief from the fierce cold of winter. This reprieve cannot provide healing, but it does allow some diversion.
I woke up this morning to a gentle rain that easily tranquilized my earliest thoughts. For those of us who long for spring, it seems our wishes may be answered. Crocuses and daffodils are pushing their way out of the earth and pointing skyward. Bluebirds are grazing on suet and filling my soul with bliss. Animals are mating.
These magical notes boost my spirits. They signal the move from winter’s clutches, and a step forward to an explosion of nature’s miraculous season of renewal.
Misty views seem prevalent. Days and days of early morning fog, rain and that hypnotic mist, which inspires introspection and silence to search the inner voice of reason. Or turn and become mystified by daring thoughts of deeds yet to be performed.
Last year February also was unseasonably warm, and this month has taken a parallel course. Does this mean February is the new March? Climate change does its duty to get our attention. Meanwhile I adore these mild days that traditionally bring frigid temps and snowy landscapes.
Green shoots give me hope in troubled times. Nature has an ability to show the best of what can be, and reflects what we can be. If only we would heed to her voice.