Finally! The Berkshire Hills yield to soft yellow flowers.
The hills from afar look streaked with the soft reds of opening buds.
It’s so amazingly restoring to see the shift into spring emerging.
We had a forsythia bush in my childhood yard—to this day, the sight of them always bring my mom to me. I imagine her sitting next to me in this moment, silent, contained, protecting, always-silently-protecting me.
It’s a full moon tonight—the full flower moon, also called the Mother’s Moon or Corn Moon—a time of increasing fertility with warming temperatures, it is said.
Speaking of which, a time of increased fertility will bless this website. We’ll be down for a few days as upgrades and possibilities are planted beneath the Mother’s Moon.