The sun rose soft—unassuming really, on this gentle Sunday morning. And by early afternoon—this first of official spring*, it glittered like a thousand stars on the surface of Bickley’s Pond.
And yet when I glanced out my big kitchen window, what caught my eye was another scene altogether. There, in the distance, along the water’s edge: the happiest lineup of sun-bathing, neck-stretching, shell-to-shell, yellow-belly turtles.
Or are they coots? In any case, I swear I could nearly hear them belting out
gonna soak up sun
gonna tell everyone
And then there, just to the right, a little deeper into the water, this.
Of course I grabbed my camera and headed to the yard for a closer look. And in a flash jumping, they jumped. Except for this guy.
(I have great respect for this one courageous turtle.)
There were countless others, just hanging back. So I stood still, quiet for the moment. And one by one, by one, they began to climb back aboard the log.
Eventually, other signs of spring caught my eye.
It was a good day, this sunny Sunday, filled with reminders of the promises of Spring. A good time, I think, to lighten up.
30 Days of Grace II
*Daylight Savings Sunday does mark the start of Spring. So sayeth my friend Teresa Coles, who loves this day of the year better than any other.