Springtime In The Mountains!

The rains have stopped.  If only for a while.  Peeking through my retreat is a cornucopia of green.  Lime, medium and deep.  It takes my breath away.  Overlapping that are several tall white dogwoods.  They were on the lot when I purchased it in 2000.  A couple of birdhouses dot the area.

Just outside my window, several pairs of cardinals sweep back and forth.  The birdsong tells me another season is beginning.  A chance at anew.  It is a lovely time of year and I am happy to be in my studio.

In the area above, as seen by a recently cut grass, the angle is a bit distorted as the area is much larger.  Right now the grass doesn't look as neat as this.  It needs mowing several times a week now.  The straw covering what was once a large, scalloped garden is ready for removal.  The underlying seed has germinated new grasslings.  Part of me wants to watch to see how tall it will get.  Common sense says it is near time to mow again.  I just did that three days ago.

Another part of me is longing for a treehouse kind of place.  My final fling before I can't climb it.  A place where the birds will soar.  Where my spirit will soar.  But it doesn't take a special place for that to happen.  I may position the treehouse of my dreams on another section.  That is still in the works.