Dewy morning

Apricot blossoms

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.

~ Rabindranath Tagore

Dewy

Ahhhh.  Spring is here.  Sunshine, warmth, and dewy mornings.  The spiders are spinning webs in the meadows.  The birds are trying to chase me away from their nests.  The turtles are sunbathing at the edges of the pond, and the frogs are leaping into the water with a loud “EEEEEP!” whenever I approach.

A bale of turtles on the shore.

It is spring again.  The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.

~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Catching the morning dew

This morning was particularly lovely with the sunlight sparkling on the dew in the meadows and on the small leaves on the trees.

Branching out

M the Younger and Mere left a little while ago.  It was wonderful to spend time with them again, and they were a great help with our moving project.  We didn’t do a lot of packing, but did get some things done that required more strength than M and I can put together on our own.

In the corner

On Friday we will get the official schedule for our move.  For some reason I thought we had another two weeks.  My timing is all off.  No matter.  Things will get done.  They always do.

Lovely morning by the pond

While out on my walk this morning, I once again experienced a sense of sadness at leaving.  It was a momentary feeling, and one easily resolved with the reminder that family will be living here, and we will be visiting them from time to time.

Keeping an eye on the dogwood

In fact, it just now occurs to me that in some ways this move will make the Bogs all the more interesting.  Walking the paths on a daily basis, I often miss some of the changes that occur no matter how mindful I think I’m being.  But when we go away for a while, everything looks different.

Y

Posts from me will be sporadic from here on out.  I did prepare a couple of posts during the early days of our decision to move, thinking I might post them while we’re in transit, so to speak.  I’ll have to read over them again, and see if it’s worth the bother.

Reaching

Some of the posts may be a bit personal as they were written while I was feeling anxious about the decision and the move itself.

A look through the portal

Anxiety’s like a rocking chair, it gives you something to do, but it doesn’t get you very far.

~ Jodi Picoult

Beauty in the woods

That’s about it from the Bogs for today.  Thank you for visiting, and joining me on another walk around Breezy Acres.

Early morning droop

Have a delightful day, evening, night… whenever and wherever you are on the spectrum of time.  🙂

Greening in the woods

I sat down and tried to rest.  I could not; though I had been on foot all day, I could not now repose an instant; I was too much excited.  A phase of my life was closing tonight, a new one opening tomorrow:  impossible to slumber in the interval; I must watch feverishly while the change was being accomplished.

~ Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

Watching