Mr. Rapunzel

Spring approaches on soft, dew laden feet. It is a time of newness and growth. I spent quite a bit of time thinking about this while walking yesterday. A flock of goldfinches started the process. They have endured the paltry resources of Winter and now proudly display their golden promise of new life to come. I wondered how they will survive until the seeds appear. That was when I noticed a small bug flying by me. The intricate web of life begins again. It is a time for renewal and growth. The Lad of Shalott is making plans. I only hope that the breaking of the mirror will not portend seven years into the future.