Spring is Here, I Hear


Random Springy Stuff.
It has been a busy week. Deadlines for big freelance projects have juggled with the distractions of springtime. In the last two days, our chilly, slightly rainy spring has turned warm and lush. Spring bulbs are bursting out of the ground. The air smells of mulch and new-mown grass. Birds are singing with an almost fierce delight, welcoming the warmth and blue skies. The last of the spring crop of babies arrived the day before yesterday.

The spring crop of allergies has also arrived - John's voice often sounds like he's just woken up from about ten years' sleep. Ah, spring!

Lastly, because all the cool kids are doing it, one of my favorite poems for National Poetry Month:

In a Station of the Metro

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.

-- Ezra Pound, 1913
Posted: Thursday - April 07, 2005 at 08:00 AM         | |

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