Whether I’m strolling with my 88-year-old mother in a quiet Northern California neighborhood or whether I’m striding down Main Street in Southern California, birds are singing! My fine-feathered friends won’t let me forget to celebrate this season of rebirth.
Japanese haiku poetry master, Basho expresses with elegance the lighthearted hopefulness that accompanies spring:
“April’s air stirs in
Floats and balances”