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following true north
taking the path back to simple
First truth. First green. Tender new life unfurling, rising, reaching out. You can almost hear the buds burst and the rustle of dry leaves pushed aside by emerging life. It wakes up my senses. I want to touch, smell and taste everything. Have you chewed a fresh blade of grass lately? (we all did as kids, right?) Anyway, it still tastes kind of ...... green!
I just simply love Spring. It makes me feel energetic, more alive and connected to the natural world around me. At this point, I am winter weary. (Rhymes with dreary for a reason) Although I try, I repeatedly fail to find something to love about it. I respect winter and all that, just can't really get into dancing up and down, singing out loud about it like I can about other seasons. Full disclosure. #winterhater
I walked the paths at Brookegreene Gardens yesterday. Everything I saw and heard seemed to hold a secret meaning. This Black Swallowtail landed just as I was framing my shot. Did she arrive with a message for me? Yep. But I can't share it because it's a secret.
aaaaaaand this is the way I feel in the winter.......