The photo above was not taken today, but it could've been.

This morning the sun warmed the dirt road. Daisy and Henry trotted ahead of me-- all around us was a thick, gentle stillness. It was so lush and green everywhere words like Eden, limberlost, and sanctuary rolled across my mind.

I've been too lazy to take a camera out to capture some of it to share with you and for that you should be sending me hate mail.

This decadence of birdsong and soft, fragrant air carried on a breeze and wild exuberance of green should be shared-- but photos don't even capture it-- they really don't. Which is why I have given up trying.

It's a sensation of being submerged into sweetness.

Of course, had I had my camera with me it would have been right at hand as T and I sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee enjoying the birdfest outside our window when a TURKEY landed on the roof of my car.

He gazed longingly at the small birds flitting about the feeders. You could see he was wishing to be something he was not. He gave us a mournful look before leaping down and waddling into the woods.

But damn-- all we saw was this colossal span of feathers and wings that descended out of nowhere with a thump and we thought an eagle had landed. Anyway, missed photo opportunity #237,304,300,299.

It is a beautiful weekend-- I wish you all moments of deep content punctuated by most peculiar surprises. And, how can I not share the blossom of this season? Our very own, scrotum flower is in bloom.

A bientot, cherries.

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