Since becoming the neighborhood’s HOA board president last year, my blog kind of went into moth balls. The work on the renovation of my old, rustic cabin and property in Glen Haven slowed with the onset of winter. When I returned to the cabin in April to ramp back up my work, I began to see little signs of life where once stood tall, dry grass. Hummingbirds swept past my head as I walked the property again as if it was my first time. Spring wildflowers were everywhere.
Wildflowers were springing to life since raking off the crispy, brown pine needles and cones last fall. What a wonderful surprise. John Keats was right. “The poetry of the earth is never dead.” My side of the mountain was coming to life. Enjoy my pics!
