Lately I’ve been learning that I have something to share because my lens is different than anyone else’s. While there are things I have in common with others, there are also things that I view differently, perhaps because I live in a particular region of the country, perhaps because of my past experiences, or perhaps as a result of what I find valuable. Like Roger.
What happens is that we think that other people know what we know, and thus we don’t share.
My neighbor’s dad is visiting from upstate Pennsylvania, near the New York border. While he reached down to pet Roger and discuss ways of attracting Orioles, he commented on how windy it is here in the Mid Atlantic. It had never occurred to me before. I paid little attention to the fact that there are several major cities within a two-hour drive of my house, and that there are views of industrial sites when crossing nearby bridges, until our friend pointed them out during his visit from Seattle.
Springtime looks different here in Maryland than it does in Wyoming or Italy or upstate Pennsylvania. Two hours south of us, the cherry blossoms are in bloom, yet here my snow fountain cherry has yet to flower. In today’s post, I thought I’d share what spring looks like at my house on the eastern shore on April the 10th.
After the layers of leaves were removed from one of my beds, I noticed that the one hundred cloves of garlic I planted in the fall had grown.
The thorns on the Knock Out Roses—gifted to Joe by Andy and Caroline—are ready to protect the blooms.
Roger enjoyed the warm weather on the patio.
Sometimes you have to go low and get up close to find the best view. Here the moss is sending up shoots while leaving a shadow on the ground.
There are times when life is just not pretty. But to see the birds, sometimes you have to deal with poop.
Freedom and bare feet—ahh!
Lesson: do not leave terra cotta pots filled with soil outside all winter.
Roger looks good in any season, but particularly on a spring afternoon.
Pastor’s Tree in all its glory against the blue sky of a spring day. It doesn’t get any better than this.
What does spring look like where you are?