I am sitting outside on the most perfect spring morning 

Coffee cup in hand and feet propped on the deck rail

Two pileated peckers are spiraling their way up a deserted oak tree in an endless game of bird tag.

I am thinking about what I will plant in my garden.

In an hour I’ll drive to an old church in Herndon to celebrate a woman I didn’t know well, but who was there when I needed healing.

Life is dense and packed with small seeds which can be planted and bloom into abundance. Or, become lodged in between your teeth.

Just for today, I am taking a bite. And savoring the sweetness of the fruit.