Spring is here. The light. The warmth. The return of old friends like Pulsatilla, Marsh Marigold, Trillium and ferns.
It’s been marvelous to see the world wake again.
At times I feel like I am spread out over the landscape and inside things, and am myself living in every tree, in the splashing of the waves, in the clouds and the animals that come and go, in the procession of the seasons. – Carl Jung
