Sugar Hollow is looking very green. It felt good to cliff scramble along bloodroot, bleeding heart, and fiddleheads - the little ephemeral plants that cling to rocks like lichen. They look so delicate, but come out at such a violent, changeable time of year, and they're hardy and bright. A more optimistic woman could take a lesson from that. 

I had another one of those dreams last night that knocks me over with sentimentality and nostalgia. I like those, even if they leave me with a lingering feeling during the day. But otherwise, it's been hard to focus, and no good writing or reflecting. I haven't even really cooked anything that has given me any reason to feel excited. I have a migraine today - the first one in a long time. I hope it sweeps out some of the fog and trash in my brain when it finishes up.