Would you look at that mulberry twig, leafing out and making berries? The sun was just kissing it right on the lips this morning.
Everything is a wonder right now. The wisteria is beginning to swell at the nodes, reminding me of my own rheumatic finger joints which is NOT a pretty image but the gray, lifeless looking wisteria vines are not pretty either.
Their swellings though, unlike mine, portend startling purple glory that the bees will hopefully find and make love to. Mine portend nothing but more of the same, of course, but the knots do not pain me and I comfort myself with the knowledge that Keith Richards' hands look like this
I am quite aware of how lucky we are in this tiny corner of the world where for now, at least, we are as safe as anyone can be.
I hold those who are not in my heart.