It’s a wet, wet world out there today, one to put a smile on your face and a spring in your step. I took my camera out with me to get the mail and found myself continuing up the road in my flip flops, attracted by the abundant variety of little ferns curling out of earthy wet leaves. “Welcome to springtime in New England, I for one, am very happy to see you lovely things again. A photo, if you please?” (To share with you, my friends.)
The countryside is different after a rain; with clean smells, cool sweet air, and bright sounds. The birds sing energetically and happy. You can’t help but notice the different notes and songs bouncing off all those wet leaves. One bird sang such a long, drawn out melody that I stopped in wonder to listen. I think it was a cardinal down in the pine trees.
On the way back home I picked a big crispy bouquet of all the different ferns. In the kitchen, I put them in a mason jar of water, and carried them to my room. They are just as lovely as flowers to me (and beautifully green).
The mail? Oh, yes, it’s still in the box.