On May Morning 2005, I stepped outside my front door, sketchbook in hand, and was stunned at the beauty that lay before me. Instead of heading down the road for a morning of nature journaling, I spent the next three or four hours happily sketching away. I can still remember the warmth of the sunlight, the scent of lilac and lavender, Cleo the kitty hiding from Rex the dog, swallows swooping overhead, the calls of red-winged blackbirds and chickadees, the sense of deep contentment and feeling rooted in Place.
Ten years later, the hawthorn tree is still there and so is the lilac bush. The Douglas fir Yule tree planted in 2000 is higher than the second story of the house. We buried both Rex and Cleo, and different neighbors live in the houses across the road. The herb garden is in a new infancy, and I have no doubt that one day it will be this beautiful again.
Grateful for the memory of that precious May Morning.