Rest

One of the first things to come out of the shed in the spring is a chair.

Lovely to sit and survey the landscape, watch the birds, and listen to the river. Observing quietly.

 

Whimsical, functional, sentimental

 

They help me punctuate my work day - providing a comma, a pause, where I can take a breath, stop, and plan the next steps. Or just have lunch.
 

Vernal Pools

The evening is warm enough to open the car window. I'm eager to hear, leaning into the sounds I long for that harbor spring's unfolding. The peepers are at it - those sleigh bell tinklings in the night.
Puddles and pools created at soggy edges of fields, fed by melting snow and rivers moving out of their banks, are breeding grounds for wood frogs and salamanders. These vernal pools are ephemeral and transient. The tasks of mating, egg laying, and metamorphosis into tadpoles and froglets occur here where the threat of predation is lower but the risk of the pools drying too soon is  high. 

Messages for me - I can overthink my life, not take an action, the moments disappear. You snooze, you lose. Enjoy and savor.