Special Moments in Nature I pull out onto the highway from a dirt road. In front of me, a single black crow feather spirals slowly down from the sky. The suspended feather spins like a tiny dirt devil as I leave it behind. I step outside to watch for a late delivery truck.
Spring at Little Piney Spring flies by like a butterfly–beautiful, colorful, swiftly gone. I know it’s not over yet, but in the flurry of over-scheduled days away from Little Piney, I feel a sense of loss. I didn’t have enough days with the Bluebonnets which are already going to seed, or with the Cedar Waxwings