I went for a hike on Wednesday, it was 60 degrees. Mostly the forest floor was matted with leaves, but you could see little green leaves peaking out. I love going back again and again, and noticing the changes.
Two years ago, I found a plastic shoebox with a diary, pen, stickers and unrelated objects in it. One of my friends told me about these, but I had never seen one, nor do I know what they are called, but what fun! I traded up the little plastic tiger I had in my pocket for a sticker. That was really fun, you can write your thoughts in the diary, and leave the box up on a tree branch for the next wayfarer. Pleasant thoughts.