Welcome Spring 2022

By March, the worst of the winter would be over. The snow would thaw, the rivers begin to run and the world would wake into itself again.” ―Neil Gaiman We continue to have erratic weather here in Maine. Including giant blobs of snow falling along with sleet and rain. But it is clear that theContinue reading “Welcome Spring 2022”

Welcome Spring 2022

Daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty. William Shakespeare (The Winter’s Tale) No, my daffodils are not blooming in Maine this week. But I couldn’t resist using this picture from an early group of blooms last year to herald the beginning of spring this year. It hasContinue reading “Welcome Spring 2022”

Happy March to all of you, and it’s almost spring!

March, master of winds, bright minstrel and marshal of storms that enkindle the season they smite. ― Algernon C Swinburne (March: An Ode) I was interested to come across this very long poem by Swinburne, an ode to the month of March. He is credited with being a master of lyrical imagery as we seeContinue reading “Happy March to all of you, and it’s almost spring!”

Happy Valentine’s Day 2022

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 1 Corinthians 13:4-5: Today is the day for celebrating love if you can. There are times whenContinue reading “Happy Valentine’s Day 2022”

“There is always in February some one day, at least, when one smells the yet distant, but surely coming summer.”

— Gertrude Jekyll This week we had our Maine version of that day. If you didn’t look at the mixture of slush and snow and ice on the ground and only watched the sunrise, felt the warm breeze on your face as you walked along, you could almost picture, or at least almost hope thatContinue reading ““There is always in February some one day, at least, when one smells the yet distant, but surely coming summer.””

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.”

— Martin Luther King, Jr. February, the month of love, the month that the sun begins to reappear, the shortest month technically, though it often seems to go on forever. Welcome to February. We have survived two blizzards since last week’s newsletter. At last, we are getting what seems more like a Maine winter. IContinue reading ““Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.””

Winter dawn is the color of metal, the trees stiffen into place like burnt nerves.

—Sylvia Plath I think nerves are a good topic for this week. Because of things getting on them. Like the persistent below zero cold, the ice-covered driveway that forbids me to take more than take one ginger-step at a time, the sameness of the house and the company. I am craving interesting things and ifContinue reading Winter dawn is the color of metal, the trees stiffen into place like burnt nerves.

It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice- Wallace Stevens

I am glad to have reached the middle of January before the bleakness of the month hit me. I use the tired, cold, bleak, giving-up feelings as fuel for writing poetry. I think poetry has the ability, like many arts, to make you feel better about the very depressing thing you are writing about orContinue reading “It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice- Wallace Stevens”

January so far has been icy and dreary in my part of the world

As usual, 2022 moves along despite our misgivings, predictions, or plans. The sun continues its apparent travel higher up into the sky and the minutes of daylight ever-so-gradually increase. We here in Maine have had lots of rain, ice, snow showers, and cloudy skies. The holiday hubbub has abated and we are left trying toContinue reading “January so far has been icy and dreary in my part of the world”

Welcome to my home. Happy Holidays

This Christmas was full of a mixture of things. Our granddaughter came from school in Ireland to bake and prepare for the holiday and enjoy spending time with us. Our grandson (he was vaccinated but got pretty sick anyway) had recently recovered from Covid and was tired but glad to be out of isolation. AnotherContinue reading “Welcome to my home. Happy Holidays”