The grass in the pasture is a light spring green, and the trees are fully leafed. The recent rains did well by us, and all the plants seem happy. There’s a soft breeze this morning, and off in the distance a few dark clouds hang low in the eastern sky. I have no idea what that portends for the day. But right now, everything feels good and promising. A few stars still linger as does the moon. It’s a beautiful morning.

On the other side of the coin, we’ve had some stellar sunsets the last few days. And while the show is mostly in the western sky, it’s amazing sometimes to see what happens when you look east or south, which is what I see when I look out my windows as my piece of the earth turns its back to the sun each day. It’s especially nice when the pasture is in its springtime finery, as it is now. There’s a softness to the colors, in the earth and sky, and they bring me peace.

I think I’ve had my head down for some reason the last month, because I realized the other day, I’ve been remiss in my attention to the end of day shows. It feels good to be back in the game, watching the clouds, taking note of the colors as they move across the sky, seeing how they light up the trees and the grass and me. It gives me a sense of completeness. Morning, evening, night. A grand trio full of mystery and magic and color. Hard to beat. All you need do is look up.