Since the sun has been out, and I see signs of daffodils pushing up through the soil, I will go ahead and call it spring. I’m good at creating my own reality.
On a walk on Friday, my husband and I saw trumpeter swans on Cascade Lake.
Such a beautiful morning . . .
As the sun hit the rocks and the sides of trees, steam rose up and slowly evaporated.
This week marks my tenth anniversary of island life.
Sometimes this little rock feels crazy and claustrophobic.
But most of the time this little world feels as vast as the universe.
I wish you a beautiful early spring.