A week when a tall tree was reduced to a stump.
When sunlight called leaves to begin to unfurl
and flowers to burst from buds.
A week when a natural archway beckoned us to follow a path,
and reflections on water caused us to pause and reflect.
A week when I tried my hand at homemade tortillas
in honor of cinco de mayo.
And a week when painted rocks provided
touches of whimsey and spontaneous smiles.