Remember this, my friends?

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the
journey-work of the stars.
~ Walt Whitman

[Wild grasses on a summer morning alongside the ravine. Click on picture to make it bigger, and then breathe.]

Don't you just miss the simple beauties, like a green field, right about now? Well, take heart friends (especially those of you in northern climes), the sky is brightening, the world is softening, Spring is starting her northern journey. I, for one, am planning to entice, bribe, and otherwise cajole her into an early arrival. (I have promised her pots of flowers on my windowsills if she hurries!) Any other ideas? If it involves mayhem, count me in.