Out walking this morning, I’m
shocked to find that nature has gotten along just fine without me. This time
I’m not heading into the woods. I’m walking on the streets of my neighborhood.
I haven’t been outside for a
week, not really, being busy with tasks inside the house. I don’t count driving
to the store as being outdoors. The car is just a mobile room.
In the meantime, the leaves
have popped out on trees and converted their empty branches to umbrellas of
thick green. Bushes and plants are flowering, and birds are filling the air
with chirps, chortles, whistles, and songs.
