Today the bird feeder is empty. So even without the sight of birds to distract my attention, I hear happy birdcalls from far and near. The air is fresh. All things are new. In the distance, circles spread on the lake surface where hungry fish rise to capture insects.
Soon the dog and I are walking along the driveway, our daily survey of the changes from the day before. His sense of smell dominates; my sight takes first place. And there they are: the first tiny purple blooms on the round ball of milkweed buds. Could her sister-flower, the butterfly weed be bursting too? I almost ran to see the most likely plant, the one I’d been watching far down the drive. And yes, there is the blush of orange ready to delight. Now I am rich! If I keep looking and listening and smelling, the wealth will keep pouring in.