Morning has broken

Cat Stevens sings in my head as I walk around the lake.

It is such a glorious morning.

The ducks and the geese are shouting their praise in cacophonous joy . The tulip magnolia is bursting with blooms and the ornamental cherries are beginning to bud.

I am so grateful to be alive and moving this spring. Julian of Norwich and T.S. Eliot whisper, "…All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well"

I am in good company today.