Spring is the reward we get in New England for suffering through winter. This past week, after two days of 90 degree humidity we were blessed with perfect spring days. Freedom and I went out for a long walk, aiming for calmness. We didn’t quite achieve that goal (if you saw the live version of this photo you would see how fidgety he is) but we did enjoy the crisp, clear day, the contrails streaking across the cloudless sky, and endless constellation of flowers across the meadow.