A pastoral scene on the Prairie trail at Springbrook Nature Center. Last fall's leaves still look good with the March sun we haven't seen in this locale for some time.
I could spout about the collected blur that was today, the missing brake fluid, the missing sleep, eleven seven year olds and the birthday boy that wouldn't wear the pirate hat, no shocks, no insurance and the other car that decides not to shift out of second, dead bloated minnows and the top of the melted refridgerator, no ice scaper and crappy wipers, my poor sick spouse.
But why? Why? Just take a slow walk down the pastoral path, over the quiet, slightly melting snow. Feel the sun, it's different. It comes from a new place. Listen to the Cardinal's whistle, the last Aspen leaf turning over and over in the faint breeze. It's okay. It's okay. You don't have to wear the pirate hat if you don't want to.