Posts Tagged ‘spring’

Spring Sunshine

I position my chair in the sunlight streaming through the front window,
the rest of the house behind me
chill in its winter-to-spring transition.

The heat soaks into my grey fleece top
gradually seeping its welcome way through my skin,
into my bones and the center of my body.

Bushes bow slightly before the wind,
waiting to shed their winter bareness for the new growth of spring,
each bare, brown sword-branch tipped with green.

On the porch, a chipmunk overlooks the buttery daffodils and fragile narcissus
ever so slowly raising their rain-battered heads
from soaked obeisance into erect beauty.

Two goldfinches swoop down, perching in the largest bush,
tiny bird-lanterns heralding the start of another Saturday
as a cloud ship moves regally through the sky ocean.


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Posted: April 22, 2017 in Nature
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Spring has finally flown in.

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Happy Easter!

Posted: April 16, 2017 in flowers
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Posted: April 15, 2017 in Nature, Poetry
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© janet m. webbb 2017

Spring is coming, despite the temperatures that are falling to below freezing for most of the next five days and nights.  Hopefully, all the intrepid plants that have relentlessly grown daily will survive!

I managed to survive my Thursday.  Put the tax information in the mail for our tax preparer.  Got my latest books from the library (tough, I know, but it had to be done.)  Ran errands, worked at home things.  Then bounced back and forth from one airline site to another to a site that gathers all airlines together and back and forth, before finally getting my ticket for France!!  Wading through the morass of choices was almost overwhelming. Gee, did I want to make only one stop/change but spend all night at Heathrow?  I think not.  I manged to find decent times and layovers and a price that I could live with, if not love.  Then on to fixing dinner, getting a post ready, and next, hockey and a beer.  And in that spirit, cheers!  This bud’s for you.

© janet m. webb 2017

Not a taxing day

Posted: April 16, 2016 in Musings, Nature
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April 15 is not normally an enjoyable day in the U.S.  It’s the day tax forms must be filed, payments made if required, lines at the post office.  This year, the date is Monday the 18th for some reason, but the oppressive feeling lingers.

Today, however, it’s a red letter day for me, as spring finally springs.  I begin the morning walking in the park with both my iPhone and my Nikon AND not wearing a jacket, although I do have several layers.  Green lines the edges of the path, now including grass as well as the odd plants. Buds decorate the bushes, not all of them, but enough to look new and beautiful.  Red-winged blackbirds chatter endlessly, puffing up while talking, perched on the highest part of bushes and small trees.  I hear a cardinal, stop, scan the trees.  There he is in his scarlet coat, high above me, almost directly overhead.  Perched next to him is his less showy mate.  I crane my neck and my camera, get a few shots and enjoy just watching them for a time.

The river is empty of all but a few ducks.  I take a seat on the steps used by those putting in canoes and kayaks.  The sound of the rushing water soothes the annoyance that the broken glass on the steps provokes.  If you’re going to be crass enough to drink beer in the park, for Pete’s sake, take your empty bottles out with you!  A friend and I are planning a garbage collection day once it’s nice all the time.  We’d better take a lot of bags.

On the way back, I’m passed by two park rangers in a pickup.  A moment later, I spy a small snake, fortunately missed by their tires.  He (she?) keeps its eyes on me, tiny forked tongue testing the air as I take a few shots with my phone. I veer off onto one of the small paths heading toward the river and into the woods.  Once I get farther in , delicate wildflowers appear: white, pink, and purple.  I sit quietly on a downed tree for a time, just watching and listening. A biker flies by on the path, not seeing me.  I like the feeling of being invisible, surrounded by woods.

Back at the house, it’s warm enough to open windows and, when I walk to the post office to mail our tax returns, I’m in short sleeves and my lime green Keen sandals (and pants, of course.)  The joyful feeling of finally saying hello to spring is almost indescribable.  Almost.

© janet m. webb 2016