“When one tugs at a single thing in nature,
he finds it attached to the rest of the world.”
– John Muir
In March, in these northern hills, yellow is a rare commodity. The skies are often overcast, with no evidence of summer's majestic golden sun. No flowers are blooming. The lawn is not yet dotted with dandelions, nor the fields glowing with goldenrod and wild mustard. Late winter is a nearly monochromatic season here, in shades of brown, gray, and green.
I had to search high and low to find this tiny bit of yellow. These hyacinth leaf tips are pushing up through cold earth and damp leaf litter, seeking light. They remind me of sea anemone, bringing me back to an often-reached conclusion that all things are connected.
Where ever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you the joy of discovery.
quote from: http://www.johnpaulcaponigro.com/blog/12731/28-quotes-on-being-connected/