Spring and Everything

My music tonight is the song of Pacific tree frogs in the wetlands near my house. My office window faces the stage.

My sons want to know why frogs advertising their manliness brings me joy. True enough. Silly, really.

“I’m here!”

“I’m here too!”

“Pick me!”

“No, me!”

Spring also means beautiful clouds, daffodils, blossoming trees . . .

Possibility.

The frogs persistently sing of possibility.

 

Worthy music, indeed!

 

A crocus from earlier this month.

Notice all the muddy ground.

A Blast from the Past

I’ve been organizing bookshelves in my office, and I found some classics from my past.

When I was 13, I had to make a decision about continuing my Catholic faith. I decided to step away from the church, and I had many questions. This book helped me with that:

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Well-worn reminders of why books are so important.

I had almost forgotten about this fun middle grade adventure:

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Check out these great interior illustrations:

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