Signs of Spring
Our house sits on the edge of woods. Behind the house is a creek. These days, I can hear its rush and gurgle all the way from my front door.
In the puddles among the soggy leaves, the skunk cabbages are pushing up their striped heads.
On a slim, dead tree, I found little ruffles of fungi.
This is my favorite time of year to follow the stream and observe all the new beginnings.
One thought on “What’s Outside?”
“Ruffles of fungi.”
Such a good line.