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Outside my bedroom window right now, the trees that were only bare limbs all winter are abundantly lush with new spring leaves. I especially love to see them on a clear day, their light green leaves, soft and fresh, aglow with sunlight and silhouetted against a richly blue sky….the sight of them makes we want to stop what I am doing and just stare, trying to absorb from their presence something I cannot quite even name, but sense is restorative. Continue reading →