Every Memorial Day weekend I retreat to the woods, for better or for worse, and mostly in the rain. It is the beginning of the summer camping season, the mark of long days and warm nights. It is my first chance to reflect on the winter, and the hopes of spring. But mostly, I observe. A list:
A bald eagle circling the river's bend
Star-shaped marshmallows in red, white and blue
Sausages on sticks
Tiny pink butterflies
Wooden foot bridges
Three red strawberries
Perhaps there is something there, within all that, but for now, I take them all, just as a they are.