Sorry no updates lately, Steve and I have been in the grips of some kind of horrific virus. High fevers, aching joints, etc, etc. Bizarre fever dreams, including one in which an alligator was trying to sell me art supplies-interpretation? Productivity of late has been close to nil.
March here is continuing to be very lion like, we are still waiting for the lamb part! We have had another inch and a half of rain over the past four days. It's actually a convenient (ha!) time to be sick, as it is too muddy sloppy to do much anyway.
Spring is definitely upon us, though, and it is such an exciting time. The turkeys are just beginning to lay, the fruit trees are blooming, the world is warming and waking up and becoming vibrant and green again. And so, a word on spring by Wendell Berry:
by Wendell Berry
At start of spring I open a trench in the ground.
I put into it the winter's accumulation of paper,
pages I do not want to read again, useless words, fragments, errors.
And I put into it the contents of the outhouse:
light of the sun, growth of the ground, finished with one of their journeys.
To the sky, to the wind, then, and to the faithful trees,
I confess my sins: that I have not been happy enough, considering my good luck,
have listened to too much noise, have been inattentive to wonders,
have lusted after praise.
And then upon the gathered refuse of mind and body, I close the trench,
folding shut again the dark,the deathless earth.
Beneath that seal the old escapes into the new.
It's spring, you have just dug a trench, what will you put in it? Failures, regrets, excess weight from the winter, fears, clutter...........?