Branches

The days are getting longer even if spring seems no closer. The temperature teases us with glimpses of warmth, tempered by spells of wind and dank drizzle. I suppose we need rain, but this? Not much help…

My mornings start at the same time as they have but the sun starts earlier. Lately it has coincided with peach clouds over the hillside from the edge of the Orchard on Peters Hill. I’m not sure which captures me more - the stunning sun rise or the interplay of crabapple branches playing in the foreground.

It’s a tangle, for sure, one that was slow to emerge, as slow as trees grow. Other tangles come on more quickly - to wit, our mad leader. We’re in our own tangle now and it seems increasingly intractable. But I’m not ready to let go of hopefulness. After all, we can see the sun rising beyond the branches. It’s not much but I choose to see that and work my way toward that sunrise.