May 18
The fields have finally turned green, transformed into a sea of grasses shimmering with the wind. A hawk has nested in one of the trees near the house, so I get the pleasure of hearing her calls throughout the day. Windows perpetually open. Clothing and other linens hanging on the line beneath the sun. The rivers are swollen and rushing from the excess rainfall and the last remnants of snowmelt from the mountains above. Insects buzzing freely before the sun sets. Dirt-stained limbs at the end of each day. Invitations have been sent for a summer solstice potluck. Renewed energy within and without amidst the height of beloved Spring.
