emergence of the buds
While we are still making fires in the morning and evening, the wood stove burns out in the middle of the day and it is nearly warm enough some days that I don’t notice. We ate our first meals of spring greens this month, nettles, dandelions, miners lettuce, tiny little cleavers. They cook down into a supernatural bright thing that tastes like all the possibility of spring concentrated.
The plum tree outside my window is almost leafed out. I have almost lost view of the garlic as the grass grows in front of it. There is wind. There is anticipation. I went out to lie in the sun and was drenched in a deluge.
Here is a little music for the mercurial spring. Enjoy!