The killdeer have returned.
The outline of the mountains at sunset.
Finally being able to identify several bird calls. The Eastern Phoebe and the Eastern Wood-Pewee, if you are so inclined.
Saucer magnolias in bloom.
A group of wild turkeys that showed up on our property Friday evening and then standing on the front porch Saturday morning listening to the first gobble of Spring.
Seeing a shooting star on Friday night while sitting around the fire pit.
Taking it easy on Saturday and not pushing too hard since allergies/a cold/something has knocked me off my feet.
Going to a little country store/diner for breakfast with Chris and feeling a little teary (in a good way) because it was full of elderly people who knew one another well and they were swapping stories of the week with one another. Made me miss Granny and PaPa.
The way the early morning light falls across the yard and makes the peach blossoms glow.
The start of tiny little flowers just coming up through the soil where I planted them last week.
Fresh mint growing along the side of the house.
Chris' hard work around our property. He's been cutting brush and pulling out old fence lines that are of no use and in general, working hard to improve the health and sustainability of our land.
Finding forsythia in bloom down by the creek.
The singing of frogs. Yes.
That a small and gentle stray cat has come along and adopted Granny and PaPa. They lost their beloved Wooly cat earlier this year and it does my heart good that this one has come along and to hear the joy in their voices as they talk about her. They weren't planning to get another pet, but I believe that sometimes, souls (animals, people, trees, etc.) find us at the right time and in spite of our best laid plans.