An Appreciation of My Senses.

Over the last few weeks, one of the thoughts that has glimmered along in my daily consciousness is the joy of sight.

I felt that joy a few days ago, in the early afternoon, when the sun passed over the house enough to start coming in the west side kitchen window, where it passed through red glass on its way to the windowsill.

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Red glass and Windowsill, West Tisbury, Massachusetts

It’s springtime, a time when every single day has two-and-a-half more minutes of daylight than the one before.

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Spring Dawn, West Tisbury, MA

Ice and snows turn to rains and mists. The earth breathes. Vapor rises.

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The Road Home, Seen At Misty Dawn. 

Snowdrops and aconites burst on the scene.

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Winter Aconite, Eranthis hyemalis.

It’s a time when  lives that had settled into winter’s static slumber are reignited by spring’s increasing light and warmth.

Every day is full of chances to notice new evidence of the changing season.

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A Fern Awakens in Falmouth Woods

Now it’s mid-April.

Forsythia time.

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Falmouth forsythia. 

Among leaves, hugging the earth, you will find the mayflower.

The Latin name, Epigaea repens, means “creeping along the earth”.

If you take the time to humble yourself, to get down on your knees, to bring your face right down into these blossoms, you will be rewarded.

The mayflower’s scent is exquisitely sweet.

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Mayflower. Trailing arbutus. Epigaea repens.


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