But no one has told
snowdrops (in all fairness, last year they bloomed winter to fall)
Lenten roses
crocus
daffodils
fuchsia
cherry
forsythia
star magnolia
What am I leaving out?
Oh yeah. A freeze.
Bound to happen.
"People who daily expect to encounter fabulous realities run smack into them again and again. They keep their minds open for their eyes." (Ken Macrorie)
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Thursday, February 16, 2017
Too Early for Spring
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Snowdrops,
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Thursday, March 13, 2014
Yes, Billy Collins, Yes!
by Billy Collins
If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze
that it made you want to throw
open all the windows in the house
and unlatch the door to the canary's cage,
indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,
a day when the cool brick paths
and the garden bursting with peonies
seemed so etched in sunlight
that you felt like taking
a hammer to the glass paperweight
on the living room end table,
releasing the inhabitants
from their snow-covered cottage
so they could walk out,
holding hands and squinting
into this larger dome of blue and white,
well, today is just that kind of day.
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Billy Collins,
cherry,
crocus,
daffodil,
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Today
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