I took a walk lunchtime and came across these wildflowers. Poppies I think. Used my phone to get this photo.
Nothing says “Spring” as loudly as wildflowers. We had a great spring day in Prescott with little wind. It was very hard to return to my unpleasant cubicle after getting outside. And it is getting harder as my cubicle dwelling approaches 35 years.
Lately I have become acutely aware of the passage of time and the finiteness of the time we each have. And spending it in a cubicle seems more and more wasteful.
Dagny's Desk 
Julia said:
I understand how you feel. Each year that passes I feel closer to the end of my story. In no way am I looking forward to the last chapter. I have, for now, found a life I like and I want to hang on to it has long as possible. I feel very aware that time is passing much to quickly all I can do is enjoy the ride.
Lana B. Mcintosh said:
What was I thinking about? I forgot. But through the woods a flash of bright green caught my eye so I headed that direction. On a south-facing slope, of course, more wildflowers bloomed in a sprawling patch of leeks. I dropped to my knees for a second whiff of spring beauty but the pungent odor of wild onions overwhelmed the sweeter smell. Amid the leeks, Dutchman’s breeches arose, along with round-lobed hepatica. No doubt about it, spring has come early this year.