2011-The 12 inch snow storm predicted for last night has failed to materialize. The light covering I woke to is already melted away. It emphasizes the feeling I have that the season has turned a corner; no matter what the retreating winter can hatch, spring will be stronger. The ice on the reservoir is completely melted. The water is turgid and chocolate colored. (How can eagles see to catch fish?)
Strangely, perhaps because I have been kept inside so much by the weather when I want to be out, or maybe because they are the principal thing filling my eyes while I do yoga, but I have fallen in love with the slate floor tiles. Each one contains the beauty and complexity of a fabulous painting, in fact I fantasize making these paintings though I don’t know where to start.
2012-A two inch snowfall crushes the heavily blooming forsythia and then melts away; the usual dance of extremes. Now the weather has settled into a pattern of sorts-blustery mid fifties days and low to mid thirties nights. This years’ extremes are perhaps the reason behind the unusual bird migration. Other years the robins have been settled in mating and nest building now, but this year they have been chased off by the flocks of red winged blackbirds and common grackles that swept in and, finding the feeders full, decided to stay. I am not refilling them in hopes these obnoxious (the grackles anyway) visitors will move along. Or perhaps it is my time to learn to love and appreciate them as I do dandelions. (Plateful of greens every night this week.)
Blooming so early,
Fiery forsythia steams;
Quenched by heavy snow.
2013-ROBINS! Suddenly there they were, about a dozen, hopping around on the grass. Though that was several days ago and once again they seem to have been chased off by the more aggressive birds. I’m done with filling the feeder now as bears are probably waking up.
There are no platesful of greens yet this year but I did put together the first salad-a mix of garlic mustard, dandelion; leaves, buds, and crowns, ramps, and a bit of scallion and sorrel from the garden.
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