May 22, 2010, journal entry, Spring's Color Wheel

Five miles.

I simply can’t pass by blooming lilacs without stopping to bury my face in their fragrance.

Red-winged blackbirds preen on the tops of cattails as though buttoning tight their scarlet collars.

In Hazel’s Creek, I hear an owl’s hoo hoo, hoo hoo ricocheting from nest box to nest box. Their echoes send me on a series of wild goose chases, from tree to tree to tree to tree to tree.

Willows draw their green curtains over nests.

The feathers of the fishing great blue heron in wind glitter like jostling stacks of grey-blue dimes.

Flowers, flowers, and flowers. Tulips, irises, and marigolds. Red, purple, and pink. Yellow, blue, and white. Color, color, and color.

Color is vivid in this year’s Spring May festival.

The Wheel of Seasons spins bolts and bolts of the most luxurious of silky fabrics as Her clock continues casting each minute, each detail like the unfolding of a story.























































Spring's Color Wheel through BlackBerry Viewfinder

GL, 5/22/2010. Prevail.