Most of us Midwesterners have had enough of April’s showers. We’re more than ready for those May flowers.
Thankfully, I wasn’t turned to stone.
Picking up a yard full of sticks is not the most fun job in the world. But, I love when I can stop for a moment, and appreciate something as small as a leaf, in nothing but a bag full of sticks.
In the woods surrounded by nothing but the color gray, it was nice to spot this little hint of green, even if it’s only lichen growing on an old tree stump.