Pursuit Of Spark

From the shelter of our porch, I watched commuters open and close their umbrellas as they walked to the station to catch the 8:33.

Cool and gray, leaves emerging, Liu An tea with the promise of calm focus.

The Liu An tea drew light into it, even on a cloudy gray morning.

He put down his tea and took a photo of the locust tree, whose spiky branches looked like veins, he said, or neurons.

She may be old, but the pink dogwood still knows how to put on a show.

Tea, dogwood and new maple leaves all glowed in the morning sunlight.

The serviceberry blossoms have faded just as the dogwoods begin to open.

When the wind blew, the serviceberry petals fluttered down.

Sweet green tea, contemplating all of the sweet spring green in the garden.

Cherry and serviceberry are in full bloom, and the astilbe we thought we'd killed last year are peeking out of the soil, ready for more benign neglect. . .

The serviceberry is in her white party dress, and everything else is getting ready to bloom.

The heat encouraged the serviceberry to open its floating white flowers.

The soft hazy sunlight illuminated the beauty of the morning as I sipped my tea and listened.

The crows laughed at me while I finished my tea and thought about how so much is thrown at us to knock us off balance. Tea meditation helps me find equilibrium again.

The birds were quiet, the sky was vivid blue, and the sunlight turned the tips of the branches silver this afternoon for tea.

On a calm, gray morning, the leaves continue to unfurl.

Sipping tea and imagining I am far away.

The fog burned off as I sipped my tea, revealing new growth everywhere.

New Japanese green tea and new signs of spring on another wet morning.

Listening to kids a few doors down swinging on their swingset, watching the clouds grow and change and dissappear.