I returned home this weekend after only a week away and was shocked by how different it looked. The grass grew a foot or more. (Really. We have grass, not lawn.) The big maple trees outside the upstairs windows transformed from branches of light-filled chartreuse blossoms to green leafy canopies. The daffodils are fading and the cherries are in peak bloom.
I could keep going, but I don’t think there’s any need. It’s spring… a frenzy of growth, a riot of green, an endless transition.
Forty-seven new baby chicks are due to arrive next week. We will be ready, or ready enough. But right now… I feel a little unsteady in the sea of change. So I am huddled under a quilt inside, remembering this sky from my morning walk.