It is raining and the last of the snow is being erased. All my gardens are exposed and I noticed when stepping outside with the dog that the oriental poppies are a lush green arnd ready to be the first of the spring perennials to bloom in about 8 weeks or less.
In trying to make sense of yesterday, I came across a quote that intimates that sense likely will remain elusive to me.....
"Like the weather or bonds between lovers,
transformations can never be predicted.
All energry transmutes one day or another,
in one way or another. Either in its form or composition.
Or in its position or disposition."
Take your time, set your bearings, and chart a course.