Feeling this…

It’s a test of willingness to dine together, when the shelled peanuts fill the dishes

I didn’t find any pot of gold, although the sky was golden in it’s own way When someone leaves food by turtle pond, all the residents come ashore, including Canadian geese, Wood Ducks, and some curious helmetted kids Each day now, it seems, new trees push out their buds. Today I noticed catkins hanging in

it got icy cold again, after some spring like temps in the mid 50°’s. I’m walking with a neck wrap and my knit cap in 41° drizzle…with wind.walking is reality filled with sanity, fresh breathe shared with the trees, meditative mind wanderings.there are beautiful tiny upside down white flowers, bursting from the wispy cluster of

the dark wet clouds flowingbetween the sun and the groundas i walk this pathyesterdays rain fillingshallow wide puddles of standing waterin the low ground…intense reflections as i walk this pathabove me, around me, and reflectedat once present, mirrored, then disappearedas i walk this path