I took some time today to enjoy spring’s changing palette, rambling the grounds of an old hotel and watching the raw umber woodlands come to life, dappled with phthalo yellow-green and red-ochre.

I heard the birds calling and the wind’s response, felt the warm kiss of sunlight on my face and arms. I contemplated the clouds breaking around the mountains in a distant view, feeling protected in my snug of tall grasses, sunbathing in that small glenn by the lake. 

I allowed my mind to soar with the black wingtipped bird and sink into the muddy bog, buzz with the flies and dance on the rippling waters flowing past my perch.

I greeted the returning spring apothecary, growing all around me, the nettles and violets and primrose. I remembered how time slows to match the sweet-scented breathing of a mossy forest. How grateful I am for another spring to savor and to share.

Herbally yours,
Lorna