you who have wandered so far away?
I found a wind-flower, small and frail,
and a crocus cup like a holy grail;
I found a hill that was clad in gorse,
a new-built nest, and a streamlet's source;
I saw a star and a moonlit tree;
I listened... I think God spoke to me."
-- Hilda Rostron
Just in case Spring hasn't yet found its way to you in the form of a Phoebe or a Crocus, I'll allow you this less than wonderful view of both in the meantime. This wasn't the Phoebe's favored perch, of course, but he had to find another when I took a bench seat beneath his chosen hawking perch overlooking a sunlit corner of a farm field.
I found other things too, but they'll have to wait for another day.