on one hand, spring is full of graceful unfurlings. but it is equally full of coltish awkwardness–whitetail fawns weaving on shaky legs, wood duck fledglings bouncing on the ground, baby toads inching frantically through the grass. these linden buds remind me of a pigeon toed young heron tripping over her own stick legs. the milling clouds of clueless young minnows at her feet are safe for now.

linden buds

vadnais lake trail, saint paul, minnesota