Walking through the Fen yesterday was wonderful. Things are greening up nicely. The birds are returning and singing their hearts out. The sun is warm. And it's quiet there. As quiet as the nature around me would allow. Finding a stump or a downed tree to sit on to take it all in, leads to daydreams. Daydreams of the past and the future. Wondering what the future holds. Hopefully, the future is as bright as the Marsh Marigolds.