Thursday, April 25, 2013

signs of spring

I turn 35 in two days and this year for my birthday I got some feathered friends and that coop you see in the background. The birds' (new) names are Stripey, Daisy, Pretty, Sukie-AKA-Elvis and Ed. I didn't know, until now, how deeply I associate the sound of a rooster's crow with home. I wake at dawn and I'm...home.

I also got the thing I get every year, which is always the thing I most want--spring. She's coming slow, but there's no doubt she's on her way. This photo was taken at 6:30 am; by noon we'd stripped off the hats and jackets. My star magnolia is about to bloom and my shoulders are pink. Halle-sweet-lujah. 

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Today's Menu: Erasure

Reading: This beautiful essay, "On Forgetting and Other Natural Erasures" by Jennifer Chang.

Drinking: Typhoo

Thinking: It's 5 am and I'm up even before Ed, the new noisy rooster. Why do I love this essay so much? For one, I spent a lot of time, between the ages of sixteen and twenty-two, on desert roads listening to Joni Mitchell. I know all about that particular cocktail of loneliness, freedom, heartbreak and desert air. I drove my grandmother's 1978 Toyota, with four of the most worn tires I've ever seen, hundreds of miles. It's a miracle I didn't end up overturned by the side of the road. Two, I'm kind of crazy for the prose that poets write. They've learned not to take one word (or breath) for granted. In my next life I want to be a poet who writes essays (and live in a minimalist house, too--ha).

Tuesday, April 23, 2013


5:30 am and there's a rooster crowing in my yard and four hens roosting in a perty little coop...happy.

Sunday, April 21, 2013

winter's come and gone

Signs that spring is on its way:

Pink blush on distant hills
Snow receding to the deeper woods
Tulip leaves poking out
Fuzzy buds on peach tree
Vireo in the tall pine
One day, last week, you wore a t-shirt
Children batting at the windows and doors
New rakes
You refusing to light the woodstove (even though it’s 20 degrees this morning and the honey’s crystallized)
This song’s eternal presence in your early morning mind: