I'm so grateful to be home in springtime.

For the scent of my apple tree blooming and the sound of the bees buzzing all around it. For the smell of the soil and new-mown grass. The sound of the house wrens singing their tiny little heads off from their nest in my clothesline. The barred owl hooting its hoo-wah call last night - first time I'd heard a barred here in years, since the West Nile virus decimated all the raptors. For the treasure trove of morels I found the other day. The delicate green of trees budding new leaves. The sound of little streams running, frogs peeping. Dogwoods and daffodils, May-apples and Jack-in-the-pulpit.

Thank you, thank you, thank you to everything and everyone that allows me to be here now.