Right now, time is so precious to me. Every minute from sun-up to sunset seems occupied by the Absolutely Necessary.
I'm not just neglecting this log, but emails and calls, letters and dates. So to anyone to whom I owe a reply of any kind, all apologies. All I have to offer right now, is this little post of odds and ends, a small window into my life.
There are presents and birthdays and parties. There's the never-ending list of packages to mail and things to make. Curtains to sew, lamps to fix, beds to dig, cupboards to paint, wild things to harvest, starts to plant, mulch to spread. Hoop houses and volunteering and more work than I can do, raspberries to dig, promises of poetry readings, summery days filled with frantic activity.
And yet, as a favorite literary character likes to say. And yet, there are also soft creatures on the side of the road. Children running in the orchard as I have my hands elbow deep in soapy water.
There are new interesting friends, and old, longed-for friends. There's even new life in a small cardboard box.
Some days I receive beautiful faraway mail, from inexplicably kind people who send you frocks and little hand painted recipes and cards of great significance for no reason other than that they thought you might like them.
I have a husband who picks blooms. Most often I would just leave them where they grow, but it makes me so happy when there's a bouquet on the table.
Our thoughts are going way out to Alaska to C.'s cousin's new little girl, hoping that she gets to go home from the hospital soon. And to the lovely Anne who has also given birth to a beautiful baby girl this spring.
I wear colorful gifts from Anne's package, mixed in with others from Heather, and my only craft in weeks has been this little Spirit Pouch to host one of them.
At night, as I sit in my study, trying to finish something or another, I look up and see this gorgeous, melancholy card of Johnny Cash and his progeny living the life of dreams, a gift from the lovely Andrea, who's artwork I hope to hang on my wall some day soon.
How are things in your spring-world?