Our house sits up on a steep hill. Woods skirt the base. If I walk around the front of the house to the edge of our yard, the hill has less slope and it is easier for me to make my way to the chairs we keep on a little stone patio at the edge of the woods.
That’s where I sat this morning and listened to the birds singing, watched the squirrels play, glimpsed a groundhog crossing the creek, and shot this photo of the sky above.
Sometimes what we seek is hidden behind, obscured by the foreground. But it is still there. We have only to use our imagination. The whole big, brilliant blue sky is still there, just beyond the trees.