Exhilarating day - a brisk breeze, cloudless sky, temperature just right. On my familiar neighborhood walk to the Blue Heron pond, I see that the magnolia trees are in bloom again at the condominiums.
This year, the gorgeous white bursts surprise me with their early arrival. Through the years, they've appeared in June, but already some of the flowers are fully open amid the green magnolia leaves, along with a few tightly closed buds that will slowly unfurl in creamy splendor. The show will continue into the summer, as will the continual blossoming of roses.
When I walk and see such common wonders, I think about Thoreau, how he celebrated and observed his local habitat. Living in his cabin at Walden Pond, Thoreau recorded when varieties of trees flowered. Today, with climate change, spring arrives earlier than in Thoreau's time.
These lovely days raise hope that action can be taken. But each day, we heedlessly send more carbon dioxide into the atmosphere. When I walk, I almost feel Thoreau's presence, heart-broken, but still speaking to us.