A note: giveaway at the end! It’s spring. As you can tell from these two photos of me sunbathing in the backyard. Spring is a whisper here. The first thing I notice is that the tiniest branches on the tree right outside my window get slightly wider at the ends — the faintest hint of buds. Next, I hear birds. Then, I see birds. The green crocus leaves near the apple tree poke through, and a few weeks later, a purple flower blossoms. It’s still in the 40s (plus 5 for you Canadians).
I love the drip in of spring, you've gotten the perfect verbiage for it. It's a slow unfurling that makes us lift our faces to the sun, like sunflowers, even if we are bundled up!
Spring drip by drip in Canada was an arresting metaphor. Hope I can meet Kahlil someday as perhaps you know that Lucia and I are also obsessed with birds! Congrats on finishing manuscripts and having just one to focus on--how lovely! Muah!
“We are our most evolved when we tend to and carry the wounded.” A powerful truth, and a painful reminder of the millions being left behind in this pandemic.
I love the drip in of spring, you've gotten the perfect verbiage for it. It's a slow unfurling that makes us lift our faces to the sun, like sunflowers, even if we are bundled up!
Spring drip by drip in Canada was an arresting metaphor. Hope I can meet Kahlil someday as perhaps you know that Lucia and I are also obsessed with birds! Congrats on finishing manuscripts and having just one to focus on--how lovely! Muah!
Ah I wrote a long comment and it disappeared. Anyway- great post. Enjoyed. Thanks for being a voice against gun violence…
As a Canadian living in the US, I love your description of the seasons. The poetry books sounds wonderful.
Miss you guys! I like Khalil's dresses!
I love you and your family, these pictures and words and POETRY. Tightest hugs to you.
“We are our most evolved when we tend to and carry the wounded.” A powerful truth, and a painful reminder of the millions being left behind in this pandemic.
I am jealous of Khalil's sparkly turquoise dress. Glad the croci have found you, even if you still sunbathe in a parka.