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I admit I’ve been easily distracted for the last wee while.
Which often takes me away from my desk and into the forest, tromping through snow with high boots and more recently over thick crusty snow and ice (because it’s March) with cleats.
I stand facing the sun as I watch ducks and sometimes geese on the small river we call a creek and soon the red squirrel and chickadees find me and hint hint hint hint hint that it’s time to walk deeper into the forest where their feeders hang in chickadee glade and where I’m suddenly surrounded by the sound of wings floofffing and whooshing as I add sunflower seeds to a handmade wooden feeder so old and squirrel-gnawed I’ve forgotten where it came from.
Never fails to make me smile, this floofff and whoosh, the sound of it, yes, but even more than that, the reminder of what also is.
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Matilda Magtree 
I was able to take my cleats off yesterday, happy day. We won’t mention the mud that has replaced the ice. I actually worked in the garden for a glorious hour. Such a welcome reprieve from the unreal world out there.
Ah, yes, the mud season. Also called April here, ha.
But that first visit to the garden again is surely one of life’s greatest joys. I’m loving the tiny spaces where a few inches of ground is visible for the first time since December. Never ever gets old.