Warm weather is rolling into our area and the misty morning reminds me, somehow, of a cloud of dust being kicked up by a broom. I suppose the fog was sent in ahead of time to sweep out the last remnants of cold.

Such a muted morning put me in a bit of a pensive mood. There’s a lot on my mind at the moment, and these kinds of days make it hard to run away from thoughts. I came over to the cottage early to transfer germinated seeds to trays and was suddenly hit with something like the ringing of a doorbell to my soul. “Get outside and take photos,” it said. I dropped everything—when that doorbell rings, you can’t leave the poor visitor standing there—and opened the back door. As soon as I stepped into the greenhouse, rain began to fall, rattling the roof, but it soon stopped.

It’s a joy to walk in sunrise, in fog, and in nature wrapped in raindrops, so to step into all three was a gift. I love seeing trees and bushes trimmed with nature’s jewels. These photos calmed me and put some things into perspective.

Even in winter stretches, life if beautiful!