I emerge embarrassed at my absence from this column. Does anyone read it? If so, does anyone think I’ve stopped reflecting? I have not. As those of you living in the northeast this winter know it has been quite a white one. The weight of snow and grey skies.
Today, a Sunday, before heading to my favorite café to pick up The New York Times and enjoy a bowl of oatmeal with fruit and nuts, I dropped a DVD into the library slot. In front of the library were proud green shoots of daffodils and short, tender crocus buds, emerging through the earth.
Mud season is here and on my dirt road it is especially tricky. I’m always happy for mud season though if I were more fastidious about having a clean car I’d find it challenging. Thankfully I have other priorities – reading, writing and teaching.
I guess this piece is a simple “hello out there” its finally spring and I am grateful for the warmth of the sun, the longer days and the receding snow.