Spring is in the Air

It must be spring because…

I feel the need to clean something–anything, but preferably something that isn’t too dirty.

My allergies are more active than my bladder. (I’m a post-menopausal woman, so that’s saying a lot.)

Creative urges are tugging at my heartstrings. I picked up a knitting instruction manual, yarn, and two art prints at the farmer’s market this morning. 

I’m actually going to organize at least one closet this week. Maybe.

Love is in the air. Love of napping, that is.

Golf.

Songbirds are busy competing for mates.

Studly made three trips to Lowe’s in one afternoon.

Rainy days abound.

Winter clothes get put away. Of course, in Florida that means I’ve traded my capris and tees for shorts and tanks.

Teachers begin seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Much drinking is done.

bring me spring on a platter

Flowers don’t bloom for us

Bird songs aren’t meant for our ears,

But isn’t it lovely that we benefit

From the beauty of nature’s ways?

How do we return the favor?

Nourishment, care, and yes,

Appreciation for the gifts we’re given.

 

Spring

I. Around the corner

Lurk petals ready to bloom.

Spring where have you been?

  

II. When robin first sings

All nature stops to listen

Welcome back my friend!

  

III. My heart is stirred by

Lengthening days, earth’s rebirth,

Warmth of soil and sun.

  

Left and Found

I like best the things that are
Left for others to find by chance
Like half a walnut shell
Discarded by a scavenging squirrel
Or a crimson leaf
Dropped by the maple out back
A shell abandoned by the sea
Or a splash of snow sparkling on
New blades of grass
Days after a spring melt.

These left things
Make me wonder
Who? When? Why?
And keep me searching
For more.

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Roaming

I cannot get enough of this neighborhood. We moved into our home in March, so this is my first autumn in the ‘hood.

These photos were taken on Veteran’s Day. The flags were everywhere. Way to go Lake Yvette!

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This noble guy and his twin brother guard the driveway of one of the homes near ours. Makes me wonder if we need lions, as well.

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I loved the colors on this tree.

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And this woodpile and shed reminded me of a cabin in the woods.

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Trees! What is it about trees? They speak a language all their own. I’m working really hard to learn it.

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Peace, People!

Across the Lake

At full dark the lights on the house across the lake come on,
Their reflection tracing a path across the still water.
If I were a little less substantial
I could trip across the shining pathway sending little ripples as I go.

Unfortunately, I am made of flesh and blood and bone,
And would sink like a stone on the journey.
Or maybe an alligator would feast on me.
And the fish could feast on the leftovers until only my teeth remain.
I’m not sure what good those would be
unless one wanted to make a gruesome necklace.

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