From our new bedroom window I watch the virtual onslaught of a Pennsylvania spring - color and light exploding as far as the eye can see, changing by the day, sometimes by the hour. This is what I had forgotten. This is what takes my breath away - distant memory and new experience combined. Today it is the morning light through emerging dogwoods, with a stunning redbud tree behind. Yesterday it was the light through the delicate new leaves of the Japanese maples that hover over our back door, setting them on fire. How lucky we are to have found a place with trees, and light, and memories. How lucky we are to see another spring!
How lucky we are