12th Feb 2007

The snow came brief and shallow ultimately dissolving into days of warmer disposition. See the change as the diminutive trailing hazel catkins now stretch downward and ripen to golden to release their pollen. Magnolia buds now swell and peonies push their purple snouts through the watery soil. The blackbird no longer comers around in the morning to watch me make my sandwiches and wantonly beg for food like a lost orphan. He has other things to do now the new days are here…now that the light is expanding in every direction, illuminating the days to a greater length and warmth.Perhaps he is just doing them earlier and and has already been and gone before I rise. Perhaps he misses me not being there when he calls. For unlike us he has no life ruled by a clock, only the rise and fall of the seasons and the days that fall within them.