Friday, March 16, 2017

This is to say nothing against afternoons, evenings or even midnight. Each has its portion of the spectacular. But dawn — dawn is a gift.

Mary Oliver, Long Life: Essays and Other Writings

Dawn is, indeed, a gift and it’s coming later since we turned our clocks back last weekend. The time change is also putting guilt on with my desire to don PJs late in the day—a habit I acquired in the dark months of winter. Change is coming gradually this year.

The crocuses in the front flower bed continue to happily greet me when I step outside with Maya. I sowed a short row of spinach near them after reading an article that said blooming crocuses are a sign that it’s time to plant spinach. (I plant spinach in the community garden in the fall—it’s the first taste of spring—but my plot is still covered in snow. If we can enjoy an earlier spinach salad courtesy of my flower garden, it’s worth a shot.)

The raised bed kitchen garden in the back yard is gradually starting to lose its snow blanket. I’m sorely tempted to wade out there through the snow and throw  some spinach and radish seed in the ground. We’ll see.

Meanwhile, in the house, I noticed late yesterday that the basil is starting to germinate; a pot or two might lose its plastic greenhouse-like covering and go under the lights today.

Small steps. Inching forward. Spring in just a few days.

And so it goes.

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Simple happy.

A sushi lunch date with Gerry.

Bookstore browsing time.

A freshly painted bedroom.

Pulling out my ballet flats. (Buh bye socks.)

Those crocuses.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things.
  1. Dear Linda, thank you so much for stopping by my blog. I so enjoy your photographs and quotations from writers like Mary Oliver and your own meditations as witness your posting today. I used to have an avid interest in gardening, but as the years have passed and I’ve aged, I seem to have let go of many of the things I used to enjoy, like crocheting and painting. Instead, I use the energy I now have to write. That is totally satisfying to me! Peace.

  2. I like dawn too, a fresh page without script.

    Your Mary Oliver quote reminded me to one by Emily Dickinson: “Not knowing when the dawn will come / I open every door.” This may not be an accurate quote because I’m digging this out of memory. 🙂

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