Pods are hanging from the birch branches, multiplying overnight.  What has been bare for months will soon be full, leaves and green-ness and rustlings-in-the breeze.  The tulips have finally opened, I exhale.  I’ve been holding my breath, fearing they might not bloom this year, perhaps confused by the extreme back-and-forth we’ve experienced these past two months.  I’m still feeling … Continue reading righting


There is ice on the deck, the magnolia blooms are turning brown, spring then back to winter, the weather app telling me it will be spring again this afternoon.  We’ll see.  Back and forth, a game, a folly.  I wonder how my neighbors’ magnolia feels, wonder if it hurts or aches, doubt its enthusiasm for this game.  I wonder, … Continue reading maybe