north carolina is my favorite place to leave in the spring. when you leave, if you squint, you can see the blur of faintest green in the trees...and 5 days later, there is a riot of green bursting out. around the lake in 80F today:
turtles stacked like dinner plates on a drying rack
male cardinal feeding his baby
white heron hunting
dozens of zebra butterflies
i will always be grateful to live here... the cold, small town prairie girl has become a woman with a warm & fat & happy heart... and life.