I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order. –John Burroughs
Since returning home to the Texas hill country a little more than a week ago, I have felt particularly welcomed by spring blooms and by the healing rain that first started on Easter Sunday and returned a couple of days later.
This claret cup cactus, shown above and below, startled me and my horseback riding friends in the pasture with the brightness and the number of its blooms.
In my yard, golden groundsel lifted cheery faces skyward.
And in the herb garden, Spanish lavender bloomed for the first time since I planted it a year and a half ago, attracting honey bees.
For me, as for John Burroughs, nature does indeed soothe and awaken.
Sometimes I need to be quiet, to sit on the rock bench behind the house and look over the creek and listen to the birds—to stop and hear my own breathing as it flows like the shallow water below. I need the sky and a breeze and an area where I can look in some direction and see nothing man-made.
Then I feel whole. And grateful. So very grateful.
Complete the following:
Sometimes I need . . .
I go to nature to . . .