March 22 Morning

Its still dark when I get up at 5am. By 5:20 it is beginning to lighten, and I am able to enjoy a walk as dawn moves across the landscape. The birds are already staring a spring chorus, at least on mornings like this one, when there are just a few wisps of clouds, and it can be seen that we are on the verge of a sunny spring day.

Its a steep climb down the north ridge to the meadow, and the temperature drops and the humidity climbs as you descend. A good sliver frost covered the meadow grasses, and held fresh scent of foxes that passed during the night, which interested Ben and Maggie immensely.

I have seen many beautifil and wondrous things while out walking over the years. Beauty is like love however, you want to experience it again and again, without end. My heart was lifted being down there, beneath the silhouettes of the cottownwoods with the sunrise light above, and mist from the lake drifting through them.