Our arrival in Sonoma County was heralded by verdant green rolling hills, teeny tiny lambs gamboling together, cows and calves feasting on fields of lush green grass and fruit tree in glorious bloom.
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| Rosemary in full flower near the Joe Rodota Trail |
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| Wild plum tree in bloom along the Joe Rodota Trail in Sebastopol. This trail was previously a railroad track . . . now a wonderful biking, walking, running path between Sebastopol and Santa Rosa. |
Ahhhhhhhh . . . the very best is BEing at sea level where my heart is so happy because it does not have to work so hard and walking is pleasurably easy rather than a breath taking experience. Shasta is enjoying eating fresh green grass on our early morning stroll down the lane. She does miss her romps with Hobbs at Lopez Park however.
The Spring or Vernal Equinox is March 20, 2021. It occurs when the Sun heading North in the sky crosses the equator line. This tilting more towards the Sun results in increasing daylight hours and warming temperatures here in the Northern Hemisphere. This shift brings about all the glorious signs of Spring that are so uplifting after Winter.
We have recently come from the high mountainous desert of Santa Fe, New Mexico, where it was Winter when we departed. Thus we are especially joyful to BE experiencing the vibrancy of Spring here in Sonoma County. Rain has been falling a number of days we have been here. The rain feels so nourishing and many tell us that it is so needed. Auntie T in Point Reyes Station, California, tells us she has measured only 1/2 of her typical rainfall in her rain gauge.
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| Wild turkeys with the males strutting their stuff by fanning out their tails and puffing up their feather to attract the females. |
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| Mustard blooming in the foreground Valley Oaks in the back ground. This whole year plus of "lock down" has taken a toll on all of us. At this time of Spring when we see renewal all about us, may we feel the vitality of springtime and the regenerative energy. Ahold of the season's energy may we dig deep to tap into our own resilience for each day going forward during these trying times. With its swirling vaporous atmosphere, Its flowing and frozen climbing creatures, The croaking things with wings that hang on rocks And soar through fog, the furry grass, the scaly seas How utterly rich and wild . . . Yet some among us have the nerve, The insolence, the brass, the gall to whine About the limitations of our earthbound fate And yearn for some more perfect world beyond the sky We are none of us good enough For the world we have. Edward Abbey |
As we celebrate Spring in all her glory may we each have a joyful belly
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