I adore all of the seasons that the upper Midwest offers. The joys and challenges of storms and cold and wind and rain are all as important to the texture of my observational soul as is the interaction with the many creatures I share my environment with. This Spring morning is gifting me a rich bombardment of color and detail from blossom to bird – from deep umber laden earth to the Monet pallet of the Virginia Bluebell flower. And the light and color are courting each other with the passionate dance of new lovers. Rains have left everything rich and sparkling with fractured light and a male rose breasted grosbeak sits in the blossoming cherry adding his splash of red to the mix. Lord, I do thank you for such wealth.