It has been raining and raining here but today I woke to a sky of cerulean blue and singing birds and warmer air and things beginning to bloom, those dandelions, those tiny flowers which look like orchids if you study them closely, purple, the perfect little flowers to make a miniature bouquet in a miniature vase. A doll's bountiful beauty of a bouquet.
Every dirt road I walked held a puddle, a pond, a ditch river to reflect the sky and trees in.
I stood on a little island of higher ground and took that picture and then put my phone back in my pocket and made my way back to the path out of the woods, climbing over fallen trees beset with fungus and ferns which eventually will take them back to dirt.
Today is a day that I am full of gratefulness to live here in this place. To be able to walk out into this sunny day, to see the sky and trees both in truth and in reflection.
It restores my soul, all these cups running over.