It is a most beautiful Easter morning,  almost feels like an early summer day, I love Easter, because it comes at a time of re-birth for New England,  after having been under the cover of snow and cold, and starkness, the birds have returned, the bright colors or yellow, purple and red have started to dot our landscape, they are the colors of fall, but in reverse, and the green that is glossing the ground is the most lovely color,  everything feels fresh and new.  Another season to plant, garden, walk, ride, watch, listen, and just enjoy.  How grateful I am for this day.  I wasn’t planning on going to Church this morning, I have been a faithful attendant of church for years, one of those people who rolls my eyes at the oncers, the folks who go to church only for weddings, Christmas eve, and Easter.  The Pastor at my church has changed, and I just don’t get him, so my attendance has fallen off.  But, this being Easter, I felt I needed to take a few minutes and recognize my God, especially in these turbulent times we seem to be living thru. After giving the horses their morning hay this morning, I took a few minutes to say thanks, and listen .  I sat in my yard by the pond, and I listened to the birds, and the breeze, and my heart, and the universe.  As I sate, a small orange butterfly landed about 6 feet away from me, and rested,  A beautiful bright red Cardinal landed on a branch of the tree across from me, and two mallard ducks sailed over head, and splashed into the pond,  everyday occurrences, yes, but very special to all happen at the moment I sat to listen.   Now, off to grain and hay,  and enjoy this beautiful day that the lord hath made.