For the first time since the kids were born, May gave us a true spring day (an afternoon, at any rate). Poor Darcy had been cooped up in the barn for nearly a full week. It was time to throw the doors open. The rest of the herd was down in the pasture, so I… Continue reading Our darling buds of May
Sometimes the only way to start is just to start. * The cats and I are playing a game today. The game goes like this: they sit on the windowsill to my left, close enough to my ear that I can hear their ears twitch. I get out of my chair and they dash for… Continue reading Stasis
The internet's serving up photos of crocuses and daffodils. I hear tell of apple and pear blossoms, kids and lambs, and Easter egg hunts. Around here, spring seems reluctant. There's tell-tale mud, to be sure. But there's still snow. And nothing is blooming. When I look up into the trees, they look as quiet and… Continue reading Hidden spring
"Nick Lowe at Knuckleheads Saloon" by K8 fan What can I say? It's the man's birthday. And I've loved his music since I was a young teen. And one time not too long ago he and I made eye contact. This morning started off at 2ºF, but the sun's brilliant out there and the bird… Continue reading How Lowe can I go?
What happened between the time that poetry month started and now is that spring arrived. The piles of snow are long gone. The birds are raising a ruckus at dawn and dusk. There's a bird at twilight whose call is a creaking thing, like a complaint, or an unoiled door hinge. We don't know what… Continue reading Open to the rain and flowers
Just as we all predicted, spring is springing. Two weeks ago, we drove a few hours south, through slush, ice, and hail, and were met with a cold ocean and hibernating buds. And then the sun came out and we watched as spring unfolded in a matter of two days. Then we returned home and,… Continue reading Sprung
There are so many tictoc there are so many tictoc clocks everywhere telling people what toctic time it is for tictic instance five toc minutes toc past six tic Spring is not regulated and does not get out of order nor do its hands a little jerking move over numbers slowly we do not wind… Continue reading Here, and nearly there