Tenacity, progeny

and hope springing all around us.  

 

I hope

 tomorrow brings the same number of ducklings.  What I see as cute, is survival.  

In last night's dream

one fantastical bird embraced me in her vibrant feathers.  I could fly.  I could name all which I couldn't name yesterday.  I could twirl as girl of 12.  I blinked twice and the world was kinder.  
 

Orthography

Yet, I can't quite locate the word for this image.  Perhaps, it has concealed the word in a unique grammar sweet as honeycomb.  

Spring feels spiky

and at the same time circular with a wheel of purple and yellow/green at the center. The above, a descendant of Ceanothus -- that lovely wild lilac -- which my eyes & nose compete with bees.  Spring is nothing short of an elixir.  

Airborn splendor

and now consider sky as a welcome mat.  A welcome mat for succulents, a welcome mat for our collective breaths.  
 

Comfort in the minimal

and with joy for the lushness of grass and vetch the window frames.  Let's celebrate the largess of farmer markets with their abundance of color, shape, texture. Gnarled carrots with a dusting of dirt, a given.