I grabbed my lunch hour, and instead of having lunch, went for a quick walk on a project property I am supposed to be doing research on.  A lovely piece of old fields and high ridge woods, mostly oak and cherry and quite open.  Very pretty in the spring greens, with the warm scent of hay fern, the silence of the trees, and the grey stone walls stretched out in sleep.*  The fields had carefully tended bluebird boxes. I didn’t see the bluebird there though, not in the fields. But he was there in the woods.  A shining blue moment of life and time resting on the arch of a dogwood branch.  And then off into the shadows and the light. One living point in time.

 

*I can appreciate such an open forest, even though it means a very high deer population, too high.  It is very pretty.