All it takes is a few days of warmth to make everything look alive. Then again, everything is beautiful, in its own way. I choose to focus on the good, however small it might seem. I will take every ounce of goodness there is, sending it straight to my heart. Be who you are and walk your walk. I adore the beauty of our world, the uniqueness of nature, and the sacred scents of the earth. It is with such pleasure that I put out some trees, some flowers, and very soon I promise, the buzzing of bees. It is such a pleasure to join #WednesdayWalk by @Tattoodjay.

It feels so good to get out into the world, spin around a bit and inhale its beauty. Everything in its own time will be the centerpiece. Right now, the Red Maple in my yard is taking up that space, two weeks ago, it was the Bradford Pear, cut down at the height of its beauty. I will tell you the truth. Up until about a month ago, I had no idea my beautiful Bradford Pear was an invasive species and not good for the environment. Of course, I think that is a cruel trick by Mother Nature. Why make such an invasive species as fair as a beautiful maiden? We'll walk that way to catch it, it still has two or three blooming branches.

I have to walk up toward the community center to pick up my pool passes for the family. They have several pools and kiddie pools. Plenty of room and never crowded. But, look! My very favorite: Their beauty whispers, even as I watch them fade and disappear into their finality. Of course, my Spring is just beginning, but, before you can blink an eye, it will have come and gone. But, the beauty? It will still be fresh in my memory. Many roads lead to that place, the one that captures my soul.

Magnolias are stunning in numbers. Then, they all go away and leave big, waxy leaves for the rest of the year. I am walking over to the side of the building to see how ready the pools are. Ready, set, goooo, very soon. I pick up the passes - check! and head back home.

They have benches all over to sit and chat with your neighbor, or take in some sun, or perhaps even for looks, but, I actually doubt that. They are nicely placed and even though I rarely sit on them, it is nice that they are there. We do have some older people in the neighborhood and they like to go do a meet-up with their friends. It is always so nice to see and I am glad they put in the nice touches that make it a friendly place to live. Do you like to meet your neighbors outside on a brilliantly beautiful day and just chat?

All along the sidewalks, there are daffodils and tulips. Because of the interrupted warm weather, it seems everything is blooming at once instead of in stages. Maybe a bit too much all at once, my senses have heightened as much as possible. I am not even allergic to anything. Let's pick up the pace, I am lagging behind, but, now that I think about it, slow down, you are moving too fast. This is not a Wednesday run, is it? Let's enjoy the beauty of the day, all the way home.

All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost