February 19, 2007
Oh, screw it
I can't take any more. I can't.
It's spring.
Oh, it's not actually spring. Not as such. No flowers yet. No leaves.
But it's been over freezing almost every day for two weeks now. The mountains of snow are almost gone; there are just a few scabs of white left. They're being replaced by seas of mud, but never mind that now.
This morning, walking Alan to the bus, I heard a bird I hadn't heard before. I don't know what bird it was. Some small passerine... the call was a low, melodic, whoo-wheet-wheet. I didn't know the bird, but I understood what it was saying. "Howdy! Howdy! I'm just back from the Horn of Africa! Any neighbors? Am I the first? This is my tree now! Howdy!
I'm laying down. Winter here was nasty, it was cold, we had lots of snow, but it is over.
[Claudia, over my shoulder: "No... don't even say that!"]
Yes, normally I never do this sort of thing. I don't call spring until, oh, mid-May or so. Not until I have to mow the lawn. For the second time.
But it's the Caucasus and, I don't know, I'm just tired.
Screw it.
It's spring!
Posted by douglas at February 19, 2007 06:46 PM