The bulbs we planted last year for Josephine’s birthday are bravely peeking up their tiny heads to kiss the spring sunshine!





The bulbs we planted last year for Josephine’s birthday are bravely peeking up their tiny heads to kiss the spring sunshine!





Spring forward–
move the clocks!
Let the daylight stretch into the afternoon
like a sleepy cat
awakening.
But this spring feels late–
the snow lingers in patches,
though sobbed on by rain,
and grimly threatens to return
in mid-March flurries.
One wishes it was weather
more suited for blizzards
from Dairy Queen
but the chill damp air
crushes dreams of summer.
Undaunted we spring forward,
planning spring in our dining room–
filling every ledge and shelftop
with seedlings and sprouting things
baby bok choi and alyssum flowers
peas and beans with their bright green leaves–
tiny banners raised in triumph against the grey.
We are even sprouting an avocado —
its plump brown pit skewered by toothpicks
and half-submerged in water.
Every day I look with delight at the long white root
shooting out like a streak of hope
seeking life.
Spring forward
and if spring won’t leap with you,
give it a push!
When I wake up
The lights are still twinkling
On the ski hill
And it’s just light enough
To see the snow-dusted mountains
Against the pale blue sky.
The kids are up already
Regardless of the time change,
Reading Barefoot Books
To their baby brother on the couch.
“Ooooh, aaaah, gawaaa!” He solemnly proclaims.
“He’s so talky!” says his big sister.
We all know he comes by it honestly.
It’s gonna be another big day of stories and chatter….
I boil water for coffee while the baby sings.