It’s been a week of wild winds

that ruffle and tossle the wisteria

as she lets down her hair.

I gave myself a “pass” on the post

I’m still whisking

and wandered offroad

watching brisk billows

stir up the whitecaps of Spring.

I just had to pull over

and watch them bloom

and breathe in all this sweet goodness

and let it nuzzle my spirit.

May it nuzzle yours:)