Friday March 9th 2012 Tim
month of March there are anniversaries that include sadness. Yet
this month of March is a time of seasonal movement. The North
retreats and the South advances. Here where I live Forsythia is
deep in thought and soon it will bloom. Great yellow clouds and
the grass beautifully greening. And there will be Dandelion and
sprout of Thistle that clings flat to the ground in what I guess is an
attempt at innocence.
Hard to get away from
Hoppy Bug and the Bean Beetle when Dove flat foot across the seed beds
looking for vitamins. They are in love at this time of year, their
little hearts squashed by an evening coo and a plump of feathers against
morning frost. I'll tell you this, alive is a moment that comes when the
body is strong, the lungs clear and winter almost beaten.