The amount of snow peas ready to pick is ridiculous. What in god's name am I going to do with this many snow peas?
The oak leaf hydrangea has begun to bloom, it's paper-thin and delicate blossoms like a Japanese dream on their beefy, leafy stems.
And of course my chickens are happy. I have let them out and they are doing their daily dance. They strut, they scratch, they chitter-bawk around the yard.
Everything just seems shot-full of life and I am here to pay witness with a heart-full of gratefulness.
I'm going to see my boys in a few hours and am more than grateful for that.
Fullness. Fulfilled. On with this day filled with light in North Florida, so strangely cool, so completely where I am so alive.