I think that a little Mary Oliver is in order this morning: The Fourth Sign of the Zodiac (3).
I know, you never intended to be in this world.
But you’re in it all the same.
Pansies from Brenda made it through the winter and are blooming.
So why not get started immediately.
I mean, belonging to it.
Our crocuses are wondering what happened to them? Warm weather, snow, cold weather. Maybe being translucent is a coping mechanism.
There is so much to admire, to weep over.
And to write music or poems about.
Ted's Easter Bunny seems to be happy all the time. No weeping.
Bless the feet that take you to and fro.
Bless the eyes and the listening ears.
Bless the tongue, the marvel of taste.
Bless touching.
And, thank you Lord that our parsley survived the winter. Last fall, I moved it into a warmer spot next to some large rocks and raspberry plants. Just an experiment.
It worked.
You could live a hundred years, it’s happened.
Our focus is on the next 10 years. Having fun inside a greenhouse.
That will bring us to 81.
Or not.
Perpetual spinach (really Swiss Chard) was very happy on the sunny south side of the shop. The ones that survived the winter in the main garden are quite a bit behind these guys.
I am speaking from the fortunate platform
of many years,
none of which,
I think,
I ever wasted.
The bees will be happy in a day or two - if we get some sunshine. The first coltsfoot are starting to bloom in the woods.
Do you need a prod?
Do you need a little darkness to get you going?
Let me be as urgent as a knife, then,
and remind you of Keats,
so single of purpose and thinking,
for a while,
he had a lifetime. ~Mary Oliver
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