Every year she comes like this: first gradually and then suddenly. Spring always seems to arrive through our doors like she's been trying the doorknob for a while and then it flies open without warning, blowing in sunlight and small flowers, chattering birds, new grass and the smell of wet earth and California winds…
The trees have been trying to bud for weeks now, enduring snowfalls and windstorms. Migratory birds keep trying to return and sing their hearts out, only to be silenced by the cold. All it takes is a few sunny days and suddenly the yard is blooming with unfurling leaves, crocuses rising like purple and yellow stars from the soil, bumblebees drunk on nectar and cats frolicking in the patches of sunlight.
The light now stays for eleven a day, which some days seems like winning the lottery. In the morning it only takes an hour after waking up for the backyard to turn pale blue and when I go outside the trees are full of birds just singing out their hearts.
Time seems to stretch further, there's more hours in the day, for doing and making and reaching deadlines and submissions. And there's still time to cook and visit and work. And sometimes to stop and smell the flowers even.
This morning, walking out to do my friday milking, it felt like the whole field was alive with small insects and flitting birds. In the garden, cutting kale for the goats, three redwing blackbirds serenaded each other by the pond and it felt like they were really singing to me.
Guess who's coming for dinner? Finally. Poor nettles. They've been coming up for over a month, only to be struck down at every turn, but they keep at it. It's that time of year again...
You know, this little update was going to be a bona fide outfit post, but got totally derailed by sudden changes in seasons.
Besides, I'm wearing more of the same old. You can probably tell that I'm totally in love with this new thrift store sweater. It goes with everything. Originally it and this dress both were going to the store, but what can I say? Other things had to leave the wardrobe to make them room. It's such a luxury to walk to work in just this a sweater, no coat, single pair of tights.
Do you ever have library luck? It's like thrift luck, but even more delightful, because it's totally free.
I got to be the first to take out The Sixth Extinction and am adding Cartwheel and Five Days At Memorial to my read women list. The Crane Wife was on my list of other things to read, so I'm excited about it as well. I think I'm going to declare March a reading month, regardless of whether winter is over, or not.
Speaking of luck. Amelia and I got some tiny espresso cups from our potter friend. Seconds they may be, but I love them.
And while I was despairing over the afore-mentioned deadlines today, this was the reading I got in response. It speaks directly in encouragement. I'm excited to do more readings and maybe even set up a little booth to do them for strangers this summer. Stay tuned for that tarot-related post from me and miss Sadie Rose.
Back to the grind...
Is it spring where you are?