Part of staying close to home has been the realization that so much happens when you aren’t really paying attention. The number of bird calls I have discovered echoing through my neighborhood grows by the day. I also have noticed, just like watching a pot boil, that one should NOT watch grass grow. Nothing happens for so long and then you turn your back and this peach fuzz like soft shade of green appears across the barren spot of earth you cursed since winter, which surprisingly was two months ago already. In that time the bright colors that popped up around town are slowly starting to shed their Spring time tones for more verdant themes as Summer is now closer than the past Winter. The last few leaves hang on the old dogwood proving that even a freakish May snow shower can’t rob Mother Nature her due time each season.—Dominick
