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The blackbird plants were in bloom this morning
          with a fine crop of birds.
Bodies inflated with air
         wings out
         they loosed their urgent songs
         in the morning air.

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Snow cone heads in the park not long ago. Enjoying the warmer weather now. Look closely. Spring is just around the corner (although the corner may be still some distance away.)

Have a wonderful weekend.

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Part of Six-Word Saturday.

More than enough

Posted: February 27, 2018 in Nature, Writing
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Today spring knocks on my door.  The sun shines, the wind, instead of throwing winter in my face, whispers, “Soon.  Soon.”  Getting out of the car, I shed one sweatshirt, then put my jacket back on, still warm enough.  Gloves go into pockets a few minutes later. 

 The river still overflows its banks after rain on top of snow some days earlier, a log jam of nature’s detritus pushing against the dam.  Water jets out the other side where today no heron fishes, but sunshine sparkles on the rushing water.

 A squirrel sits frozen next to the path, not moving until I do, then scampering further along the mat of brown fall leaves.  Although the prevailing color is still brown, a closer look reveals slender shoots of green and in some places, blatant leaves of some unknown but hardy plant.  In my lawn perhaps it would be a weed, but here a welcome sign of spring.  Red-winged blackbirds make their presence loudly known, although in fewer numbers than in another month or two. 

Next to the damp path, mud and water discourage off-trail wandering.  When I reach the open part of the trail, I think how good it will be once the trees leaf, blocking the houses on the park perimeter so I feel even less part of the city.  I realize again how this time alone, away from people and city trappings, is a vital part of my inner peace, nature stopping me from even acknowledging the unceasing sounds of traffic.  I spread my arms with uncontainable joy, turning in a circle near where the tracks of deer crossed the path, the softer surface exposing the paths the summer trail hides.  I know winter might come again, but there is the beating promise, under the skin of the earth, of spring, of growth, of re-birth,  and that, for today, is more than enough.

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After powering through all that snow without a sight of any wildlife other than small birds, I headed back towards where my van was parked.  Crossing the dam, I looked down the river to my left and saw what appeared to be large grey spot quite a distance away in the snow by the water.  But I wondered whether it might be a heron, as I’d seen one some weeks earlier.

Taking out my camera with the telephoto, I focused.  Yes! It was a heron, hunched over, balancing on one leg while looking cold despite his nice and puffy down coat.  I guess he must have been ice fishing.  It was the view that made me morning complete.

(Anyone else having issues with WP formatting some of the words differently in the final post, even though they don’t show up that way in the original?  I didn’t change “nice and puffy down coat” above, but there it is.)

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My walk in the park this week burned a lot more calories than usual due to 10+ inches of snow.  I’d been working either at the pastry shop or around the house (or trying not to get sick), so Saturday morning, I had to get out, phone in fanny pack and camera in camera pack.  This is what met my eyes when I backed out of the garage.

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No one had yet been out at the park when I arrived.  There were tracks from the day before, filled up rather well with new snow.  The section down to the river hadn’t been walked on at all since the snow began.  I won’t say I floundered, but it was hard work and my eyes were watering as well.

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