I swear I can almost feel my blood pressure go down and my newfound perpetual state of anxiety ease a wee little bit every minute I spend down at the swamp. And I am grateful.
The snow has been gorgeously falling all morning. The winter robins flitting around in the sumac–a pure delight to watch. (Though my photos leave a lot to be desired.)
(I admit it–I have spent much time during the past few years mourning the loss of winters as they used to be. I know there are far more harmful consequences of climate change than the pain it causes my winter-loving soul. And I need to do a better job at appreciating the beauty that still exists, while never giving up on the fight to save this planet.)