The world is filling with greens, and the early blossoms have faded. Iris bloom on the hill, and the lily of the valley. the pesky Japanese honeysuckle-- invasive, greedy vine-- is opening its sweet, sweet smelling blooms.
A floater broke free in my eye last night. It will likely be fine, but the doctor is observing me, uncertain if there's a need for surgery. But just the thought of blindness, even in one eye, makes me acutely aware of what joy I derive from just looking about in the amazing, living world.