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This year, we have icicles on apple blossoms. I feel like that myself sometimes – a bloom encased in frost. I have been poked and prodded and scoped and smushed this week, all for the routine testing to ensure that I am not following in my Mother’s cancer-prone footsteps. And all appears to be well. Just one more test result to go. It is nice to be emerging from this long winter, and I feel changes coming. I am trying to get a grip on whether I want some things to change, and am making steps in some new directions as a writer. I am looking forward to consolidating houses with MKL, although that is an amazingly daunting process. And so looking forward to my sweet cousin coming to visit next month. The house will never have been cleaner. I’m actually enjoying spring cleaning, and have dug a garden bed. There’s a little azalea plant, and some johnny jump-ups, daisies, and globe basil in the sunroom. And my poinsettia seems to have survived repotting – it’s over eight years old now. My boss gave it to me when my Mother died, just before Christmas in 2005.
This seems to be all random stream of consciousness, doesn’t it? Maybe it’s the snowmelt of my mind.
Quote of the day: “April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.” — William Shakespeare
Surprise flame roses from MKL
We had our first thunderstorm this afternoon. I love thunderstorms, complete with lightning. I was inside the office, so it didn’t have the same luscious impact as it would have had I been in the Bungalow, but nevertheless, it was cleansing and a sweet portent of summer storms to come.
Steamboat Springs, Colorado.
Quote of the day: “Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.” — Rachel Carson
Talking to E-Bro
While this wasn’t taken here, I am increasingly confident every day that spring — nay, summer! — is here. The same blue sky, the same green grass, the same black cows, the same white sheep.
Port Enyon, Wales.
Quote of the day: “A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one’s suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home.” — Herman Hesse
Driving one of the BMWs
Spring seems to have finally sprung here, and I couldn’t be more pleased! Photos to follow!
Quote of the day: “I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.” – e.e. cummings
Dinner with Melanie
The glowing green of spring
Beneath the Snow
Somewhere far beneath the cold and snow,
A bloom waits patiently,
Curled within a tender shell of green.
The ice of winter
Always gives way
To the hope of spring.
Nope, just kidding. 9.5 inches of snow so far and more coming tomorrow and Wednesday. I will curl up in my little Bungalow and drink tea and write and fight my migraine and feel the psychic pain of the nation in the wake of the Boston Marathon bombing.
Quote of the day: “The aim is to balance the terror of being alive with the wonder of being alive.” – Carlos Castaneda
Those souls who ran toward the blast to help others, not away from it
The silence of snow
Candles and prayers
Well, our massive blizzard fizzled before it happened, but it has left unseasonal cold in its wake, with temperatures dipping to eight tonight. With the wind chill, it will feel like -7. Brrr. So I will think of Anegada, and how different a storm is there than here.
Anegada, British Virgin Islands.
Quote of the Day: “So we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?” – Hunter S. Thompson
Being cozy at home with the cat
Not having to shovel the sidewalk
Spring 2013 Part 2 – Tantrum
The tulips may be shyly greening,
Their tight-lipped buds peeking out from a cloak of leaves,
But the architect of their blooms
Is in no mood for beauty.
Weather hormones raging,
It throws hail and tornadoes,
Blizzards and lightning,
And rumbles, grumbles, stumbles
Towards an April night.
Perhaps the wind chimes will sing it sleep
Or perhaps it will bluster and rage into darkness
And beyond through dawn,
The sparkling green has yet to appear, but this Japanese plum bush is giving a broad hint that we won’t have to wait long.
Quote of the day: “I have decided to be happy because it is good for my health.” – Voltaire
The Captain Picard lookalike manhandling a fajita at Corazon yesterday
Spontaneous opera attendance with MKL
Seeing Don Giovanni for the first time
The Rockies winning at home on Opening Day
Seeing my Lower Realm animals in my dreams
Spring is rough to rouse this year
Like a recalcitrant teenager
Pulling the covers of winter over its head repeatedly
As Mother Nature pleads, and prods it to get up.
Spring stumbles slowly into the kitchen of the earth
Dragging its heels
Needing coffee, a Red Bull, and total silence,
Glaring at the twittering birds outside the window.
Spring blinks, long and sleepy.
Spring sighs, shifting and swirling the air.
Spring stretches, brushing budding branches.