New Growth


Hello friends,

There’s a lot of new growth to see on my walks around the city. Tiny green needles at the tips of the Douglas firs. Sprouting grasses. New hops clambering over fences. Tiny figs and unfurling leaves on an equally tiny sidewalk fig tree…

There’s planning happening, too. Finches scouting nest sites. Crows gathering twigs.

All of this new growth and planning fills my heart with joy. So does what feels like celebration in the riot of flowers, the squirrels chasing each other, and children shrieking in a springtime frenzy.

It’s good to remember that, no matter how disturbing the news, good things are happening, too.

Hoping you are finding time to enjoy some of life’s small pleasures this week.

Thanks for being here — Thorn

ps: The newsletter musing was a short one this week because the Shingles vax is kicking my ass! :-)


T. Thorn Coyle

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