Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Change of Boots

March is here and that means variable variabilities.  Or Variety is the spice of life!
Today was not snowshoe-able.  The snow is rotten and slushy.  But it is not time to store the snowshoes just yet.  March is a tentative time when it comes to the weather.  The feel of spring one day and full blown winter again the next.  It is a time to scrutinize the wood pile and wonder if you'll make it until May.  Some years we stop heating in April, but I have memories of cold May's.  Anyways, today Runa and I went for a walk on the road.  

Today we have mud!

Ducks Loving the puddles! 

Ready to hit the road!

Signs of Spring!

                          Dear March - Come in - (1320)

by Emily Dickinson

Dear March - Come in - 
How glad I am -
I hoped for you before -
Put down your Hat - 
You must have walked -
How out of Breath you are - 
Dear March, how are you, and the Rest -
Did you leave Nature well - 
Oh March, Come right upstairs with me -
I have so much to tell -

I got your Letter, and the Birds - 
The Maples never knew that you were coming -
I declare - how Red their Faces grew -         
But March, forgive me - 
And all those Hills you left for me to Hue - 
There was no Purple suitable - 
You took it all with you -         
Who knocks? That April -
Lock the Door -
I will not be pursued -
He stayed away a Year to call 
When I am occupied -         
But trifles look so trivial 
As soon as you have come
That blame is just as dear as Praise 
And Praise as mere as Blame -

1 comment:

  1. That's the worst part of winter for me. When the snow melts and the mud comes. Yuck.