A walk on Devil’s Bridge reminded me how mail and letters used to be delivered by cable dancing across the river, communication back then had a whole other meaning, talk about snail mail….
But, then again, people had and took the time to see the earth gushing, with the Springtime birth imminent in her step. WHAT happened? Why did we forget that progress comes with a price and it is not always worth paying?
Nature in all her glory, howling in birth
And she is so wise and wonderful even in her newest of days,when we take the time to respect her,
…and we realize,
can words even begin to describe the fragrance of the newborn breath of Spring?