My vernal pool sit spot -- Middlesex Fells, Medford. Friday, May 3.
On my sidewalk after a run, then moved to a peaceful final resting spot in my yard. Pretty yellow throat and silver back.
On my walkway after a rainy morning.
The haiku I've been meaning to post lately:
If you're an oak
you don't pretend
you are a flower
Like the oak, I'm sprouting new leaves and renewing my spirit this spring. And growing taller and reaching farther, like I do every year.
