Spring is blooming.
The nanking cherries are blossoming in the front while the crabapple trees are starting to flower.
The pine siskins are back and loud and happy. My early mornings are filled with songs of wrens, swallows, robins, chickadees, sparrows, the occasional call of the red wing blackbird, a flicker from time to time, and a nesting pair of merlins across the street.
The world is living and vibrant and full of promise.
I can sit outside in the front and enjoy full sun in the afternoon, or rest on the back porch at sunrise with my coffee and the feathered symphony.
For all of this and more I am grateful.