Tra-la! Posting at last, though short. Spring is taking its time to get here, but that's alright because there's something about the very bare and washed-out look the earth has this time of year that I like so much. The grass is yellowed and matted flat and almost surprised to meet the sky again. You can see the skeletal shapes of the trees as their branches twist weirdly, out and over, growing-growing-growing-this-way-and-then-suddenly-UP-UP-UP!-this-way-and-now-over-THAT-way-and-whooo!-out-into-a-hundred-different-directions.
But it is all so quiet. And lately, that is the most soothing sound of all.