Wondering...

Do I talk about how the fog enveloped the valley on my drive to work yesterday, making it look prehistoric or about how beautiful the moon was before full darkness?

Shall I talk of wandering the farm and finding a perfect knife or tell of finding this perfect arrowhead in my yard?

Do I speak of the beauty in the ordinary things around me, that sometimes go unnoticed until the light is right?

Do I share a tale of the old homestead and the memories of my ancestor's and my life here?

I leave you with these questions...

and proof of spring.