A few more photos from the end of April/beginning of May, illustrating why we so often link pastel colors with spring. Pink, purple, light green, yellow. . . and in the woods, the green washes its way up to the topmost branches, and a blue sky.
Some cultures name their months by the plants that are in full bloom at that time. Here's Daffodil Moon, with photos from early mornings in late April/early May at Pathways Retreat Center, with an abundance of daffodils of all kinds in bloom in the small labyrinth. And the sunburst yellow of a few dandelions.
Spring has arrived in northern Indiana. But then, it has been arriving for some time. This post goes back in time, to early April, and the days of brown woods (but mossy paths) and the first crocus and windflowers. By the end of that week, the green gauze of leaves opening was washing through the woods.
"Instructions for living a life:
Tell about it."
Mary Oliver in "Sometimes"
I've taken on a prayer practice of looking for the moments of light in each day, whether actual or metaphorical, and then writing or posting photos of what I find.