Ode to April

I wanted to speak at length about
The happiness of my body and the
Delight of my mind for it was
April, a night, a full moon and-

But something in myself for maybe
From somewhere other said: not too
Many words, please, in the muddy shallows the

Frogs are singing. - Mary Oliver

Wherein the rising sun turned the mountains pink and we had an unseasonably warm day so I went straight to the lake after work with pizza and my son threw his line in whilst we supped.  I went for a hike off trail to see the Blubells and an old stone wall in the middle of the forest as guided by Professor T.  The tulips came and went in a blur, but lilac chimed in as did yarrow, trumpet vine and peony.  The dawn chorus began with Robin taking the lead.  It was a fee free day at SNP so I took a hike to the summit of Stony Man with MGA alum. I tried a new recipe for Gochujang potato stew and it was a keeper. Charlee showed off a new ninja skill.  There were glorious sunsets and moonsets.