I’ve just wandered by at last and seen that you are writing here again. I’m so glad and shall be savoring other posts and your photographs again. You know of course that I understand so well the sentiments you write of here. Mary Oliver speaking to your heart again.

Reminds me of this recent post on my own blog:

http://www.sulisminerva.org/2010/04/easter-eggs.html

…. At the start of this year, in a wintry mood, I wrote this aphorism: ‘Surrounded by guardian trees: no escape’. As always, spring has transformed the forest fortress into a nest of flowering eggs! ‘Hope springs eternal’ (Alexander Pope).

Spring flowers are my Easter eggs
hidden in a woven basket of trees
a forest fortress transformed into
a nest with a fluffy pale green rim

Inside each shell-like bud, an eternal flowering.

Much love to you, Sara