Gloriously delicate.

The sky was airbrushed with gloriously delicate hues this morning. I was compelled to stop, admire and give thanks, and share with you.

If you look just above and to the right of the centre, there is the fingernail, waning, almost gone, crescent moon.

morning

Keeps a close watch.

On weekend mornings we begin the day by sitting in bed, drinking a French press of coffee, surfing or reading. Fitzi and Lucy are welcome to join us.

Lucy usually keeps a close watch out the window for squirrels that may be bold enough to (in her opinion) trespass.

And after all these years I still love her floppy ears.

Spring is here.

Tundra Swans are on the move. I drove by a field and hundreds were flying, standing, resting.

Spring is here. I’m blessed to witness its arrival.

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