The day dawned clear and bright. We were blessed yesterday and again this morning with achingly beautiful cloudless expanses. I had the morning off –I must work tonight– so after seeing off She Who Must Be Obeyed, I headed to Hinckley Lake.
How could I stay indoors?
The woods were full of bird songs. Leaf litter is broken now with signs of new life, and old life reasserting itself with fresh green. Tiny trees make their bid for a spot of sunlight.
Great Blue Herons have returned to again fish the lake while ducks and geese, seemingly having never left, thrash about on the smooth waters. Meanwhile, at the lake's margins, wet-footed plants lap up sunlight preparing to bloom.
It was a good morning.