Spring reveals things, as the snow melts.
This year, in this new place, it’s been revealing a lot of really beautiful things in me and in Abby and in the dogs.
In the woods, too, there’s a lot of beauty, but there’s a lot of trash, too. But it’s a lot of trash that I’m picking up on my walks, which I take barefoot, now. I hope I take them barefoot right up to when the child’s born, and maybe a few weeks past that, too.
There’s old iron pipes, barbed wire with trees grown around it, tires, tubing, a washing machine, a milk crate. As the snow recedes you see fewer glimmers, most of what remains in that icy way is trash, and some of it’s very old.
This year, in this new place, it’s been revealing a lot of really beautiful things in me and in Abby and in the dogs.
In the woods, too, there’s a lot of beauty, but there’s a lot of trash, too. But it’s a lot of trash that I’m picking up on my walks, which I take barefoot, now. I hope I take them barefoot right up to when the child’s born, and maybe a few weeks past that, too.
There’s old iron pipes, barbed wire with trees grown around it, tires, tubing, a washing machine, a milk crate. As the snow recedes you see fewer glimmers, most of what remains in that icy way is trash, and some of it’s very old.
Abby brought me a peeper (a little frog) today, it was sitting by the door when she went to put the chickens away. I didn’t know those early spring sounds were frogs until just now, I always thought they were bugs. What a pleasure to know they’re frogs, because I love frogs. Just thinking of all those little frogs out there singing their silly songs brings me a great deal of joy.
And I think that’s the central joy of this spring, seeing all the silly songs of a place in bloom, even the silly songs of trash.