Spring is here, in all her Southern splendor. Clouds of snowy dogwoods dance at the edge of the woods. Azaleas with their showy pink, white and red blooms, gather in colorful masses under the towering pines.
The oaks and sweetgums are adorned in new Spring green, that tender, almost translucent color that signifies the end of Winter and the return of the sun. Green chameleons bask on the backyard gate, the blue-tailed skinks rest themselves on the warm sidewalk outside the house and fireflies light up the dusk, their twinkling signals a sign of hope for the rest of the year.
Peepers croak in the small creek below the house and turkey vultures soar overhead. My spirits lift, flying higher, following the great birds upward in spiraling circles. Below, I catch a vision of my life, and my place in the scheme of a grander design.
This is my bioregion...the rolling Piedmont hills of Georgia. Look around you this Spring. Notice. Listen. Breath.
See.
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