Discovering Beauty in Everyday Life

What a difference!  Where is  Old blue spruce? The tried and true Blue who made it through the winter?  It's camouflaged, lost behind the new-born  sprigs: hardy, untested, bursting with vigor, unaware. Hello tree, it's me! April 17 May 14

Time passes, Days flake off the year. There are no ticking watersheds to mark the seasons,  Boundaries thin, edges blur, the suppositions juxtapose. Sweetgum Balls spring up in April, full of soft green nubs Marking the future birth of the spikes. Tempered by summer-scorch and monsoon rains, blessing the nativity with beautiful protection,    hanging witness to creeping winter, Tearing up the cold March winds, Standing guard for the new yellow buds.