Example of my sit spot journals

April 16th 2025

[This stuff in brackets is not from the original post, but my current thoughts. This post got squirreled away in a folder and I just found it recently, so it's getting posted now. Gives an idea of what my sit spots are like, though more recently they've been a bit more sporadic and superficial, and usually haven't included journals sadly. Part of having less time]

So much can happen in five days in spring. I've come back to my sit spot after being away for April 11-15th and if feels like spring has already happened. the japanese maple buds I was waiting for to see them open into leaves have already opened, though they are still droopy, the redbuds I've been waiting to see bloom have bloomed in my absence, as have the daffodils. The old ornamental pear was already blooming but now is totally bloomed, and the two young fruit trees I was waitin gon have also now bloomed. The hyacinths are also in lull bloom and intoxicating in their smell. the air in general is laden with the smell of flowers. the Hastqa's have con from little spears to beginning to unfold their leave, the bushes that were just starting to leaf out are now bushy, the silver maple who's helicopter seeds were tiny are now heavy with huge clusters of what looks like fully grown seeds. and the birds and squirrels are singing and scrambling about all over the place. spring springs so quickly, it seems. Just 5 days and it feels half done already.

Perhaps it's just like seeing a nephew after a half year, they look so different and bigger, but the parents don't' notice it as much, because they are seeing the growth day by day. Having that interval of not seeing, makes the contrast much bigger.

I've nibbled on the japanese maple leaves (tasty and sour) and the redbud buds (a little astringent and sweet along with the sour. I wonder if people can eat teh hastas. the deer certainly like them, but that's not a sure sign of anything, deer eat lots that we can't.

looking up at the huge ball of flowers that is the pear tree, I imagine being the squirrel with a nest in it, living surrounded by masses of flowers. It looks like what I imagine part of heaven might look like.

This is a particularly long entry in my sits spot journal, which I thought I'd share with you as a blog post as well, so you can see what it looks like. Though I wrote it from the beginning thinking I would share it as such so the grammar and structure might be a bit more readable that otherwise.

[as a note looking at this much later, it's wild to think about how different things are now, so full and lush]