Iris:Wild Ginger

Waiting

The air is heavy

Low dark clouds

Have painted the water in the lake

A moody gray.

It feels as though

The day is waiting

For the rain and the night to fall.

I do hope it rains to water in the seeds and seedlings that we planted today. Almost everything is planted now, with only the tomatoes and peppers left to plant. Whew!


Where ever you are , whatever the weather, I wish you joy.

Garden Fresh

We eat "from the garden" all year long... dilly beans and salsa and concord grape juice. Still, those "jars of summer" cannot compare to eating fresh from the garden. It is lovely to skip down the garden rows and bring in great big handfuls of herbs for a green salad.

Today's bounty: cilantro, parsley, dill, sage, chives and sorrel.  

From Where I Sit

Sitting near lilacs makes waiting for someone sweeter.

These are just outside the car window at the bus stop.

Where ever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you sweetness and joy.

Before the Storm

Before the storm,
we walked near the creek
Getting our toes wet
And our lungs full of
fresh air, swamp musk,
and the gossamer scent of violets.

Every fallen tree
A bridge to beauty.

Where ever you are, whatever The weather, I wish you beauty and a sense of belonging.

Ridge Song

Mabel and I took a hike along the ridge this evening as the sun slid down the western sky. We sat on a soft fall of earth, in a fine and perfect place.

The sharp cry of a sandhill crane punctuated the evening air. After a quiet interlude, an intermission in the ridge song, a bird whose voice I did not recognize, sang a sweet lingering note.

We took the steep slope to the moss trail along the cedar swamp. The light was filtered and dreamy amid the ferns.

With quiet steps, we slowed our pace. As we left the woods, we saw the moon against the still blue sky, caught in the branches of the maple tree where crows keep watch over the fields.

Where ever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you peace.

Really, April? Really?