On the Verge
No snow. Not flake one. Trish down in Carolina got all our snow-- 16 inches, she says. And she is welcome to it. Our ground remains ugly-muddy, gloriously free of white, and I have work to do today! I have licked the better armies of the Nasal Hordes, although some hand-to-hand combat still goes on in the Tracheal Zone. There are early reports of insurgence impending in another battle theatre far away. Well, not so far away. She's in the kitchen blowing her nose, actually.
Almost March! Ding Dong the witch is dead! It is time to come out of hibernation. In the dead of winter I forsake all lovers but the keyboard and the book, paying homage hourly to the woodstove for its offering of heat in the months of anemic sun.
I forget the inner warmth that comes from simply standing under a warm sky under small yellow-green leaves and red buds and smelling life begin again. I forget the feel of soft soil under my garden boots and the sound of water flowing free of ice and birds making homes in the alders along the stream.
Who knows what marvels the weeks ahead will reveal once again, for the first time.
Comments
Whoa! Congrats! Weren't they calling for a foot in your area? Hi ho Hi ho It's off to work you go!
Posted by: Jessica | February 28, 2004 12:31 PM
Get well soon. Get spring soon.
Posted by: Amy | February 28, 2004 3:41 PM
Glad you're on the mend, Fred. I can commiserate with Ann since I spent most of last night coughing. I sound like a bullfrog, today. So, I cancelled going to the gym and have just stayed home all day, cutting my hair and catching up on my mail--and napping. Think I'll be in shape for work Monday (I hope!) I'm filling in for my boss for 3 days of the week while she goes to Washington DC to give a presentation to the FAA and some aircraft owners/operators. Good luck to Ann.
Posted by: Cop Car | February 28, 2004 3:48 PM
Life is stirring here, too. Isn't it lovely? I like winter, but this promises to be a wonderful spring.
Posted by: Ana | February 29, 2004 10:22 AM