This morning I woke up to an exquisite birdsong and am still feeling grateful for the gift. I suppose it is the nature of Spring, but, for so many days in a row now, this sort of outdoor music has felt louder and more beautiful than it has in so long. Even the percussion provided by the diligent Pileated Woodpeckers I loved observing working on logs much closer to the ground than usual yesterday and calls of their Downy cousins feel essential to the “song of heaven.” I’m excited to keep paying attention.