…actually, these are also the days of the butterflies, daffodils, redwing blackbirds, newts, baby chicks, mating eagles. Last night as I was working on some never-ending computer business, I saw the reflection of two somethings behind me on the screen. I turned to look and there were two Anna's Hummingbirds hovering outside my window, looking in at me.
These are the days when it's impossible to stay inside, when all the blooming, marvelous life calls you out with all it's chittering, chattering, screeching, whispering might.
When everything around you is about ready to burst.
New babies and new lambs and new buds.
Only old bones are resting quietly.
Explorers of the fogs.
Birds of all feathers.
The yellow sun repeating its image everywhere.
A little one's first spring and Pisces by the bunch.
Bright, burning, glorious futures.
The first of the season's parties.
I find that these days it takes a lot to stay in, work on the computer, compose things.
It's not that there's not words for spring, there are many, too many in fact. Would you like me to list them off, one by one? Too many small miracles unfurling every damn day, too many frog choruses singing in the moonlight, too many eagles circling overhead, too many deer walking through the yard right before sunset, herons rising from the pond, baby bunnies under the walkways, currants blooming, plums blossoming, cats prowling, wind bursting with clouds of cedar pollen... too much of every single, glorious thing to recount with words!
Though the days are getting longer, time seems to be slipping away ever faster, the days too short to spend indoors, to not sit on the porch watching the birds, to not walk in the woods looking for food and treasure...
Happy Spring! All absences excused!