“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan


The Weekend of Snow, The Gift of Spring

Saturday was streets filled with rainwater and pear tree blossoms, baby leaves on the hackberry tree, strawberries and cantaloupe slices shaped like hearts, a cold wind across the yellow forsythia, one after the other movies on tv, a sleeping cat in my lap and a forecast of snow for Sunday. Cardinals in the front yard, bright red against the rainy greens of spring, the feel of a long lazy day drifting into darkness, one last bright star before sleep.

Sunday was snowdusted honeysuckle, the pale pink of tulip trees lost in white icing. A colder wind than Saturday, salsa with breakfast, the light from the windows silver with the surprise of a winter day welcoming spring. Sideways flurries, The Swiss Family Robinson, toes cold through 2 pairs of socks, a quiet neighborhood. It was tacos and Pulp Fiction, honey bunny, it was a cat still sleeping in my lap while I nibbled dark dark chocolate. It was dropping my camera smack-hard onto concrete and thanking the powers that be for no damage. It was rubber boots to take out the trash and cheerios for supper.

Today is emerging from a cocoon, a Bollywood movie with breakfast, sunshine across the front lawn, it is warmth growing warmer, it is guilt at leaving Maggie the cat alone at home, better though she may be. It is no coat today, sunglasses instead. It is saying goodbye at last to winter, adios, adios, fly away home, it is cardinals in the yard again. It is the gift of spring, ribbons bedraggled and damp from yesterday, but it is the joy of untying them and opening the box. It is Maggie meowing at the birds.
we are through the weekend safe & sound


  1. it was one of those incredibly rare days when my part of the world was warmer than yours. :) but things are back to normal and your early spring gives me hope that mine will blossom too.

    maggie is never alone. she's too well loved in the invisible realms. you might even say she has an entourage...


  2. once again, beautiful, such simple descriptions of life, but told by a poet. always filled with images and love. and maggie, she is so clearly well-loved, I am sure she feels it even when you are not right by her side...

  3. such love, such depth, such clarity even through the wind and snow dusting.....

    and maggie meowing at the birds....such bliss

  4. yes to the two pair of socks . blooms in white icing and sunshine on Monday ...it winter over friend? glad your camera is OK...

  5. Glad you found Texas Blogging Gals! Will get you on the next updated list.

    Enjoyed a first visit.

    Come see me at my personal blog, too, real soon!

  6. and honey bunny that is one of my favourite scenes...when he gets the wallet out of the bag that reads
    BAD A$$ MOTHER _ _ _ _ _ _!
    Good entertaining film.
    Looks like you hunkered down and just chilled with the kitty catra. Love it! xoxo

  7. Sounds like such a refreshing new start after the weekend. As always - beautifully written!!

  8. poetic and beautiful words. i love your world you paint. we had snow flurries even down here in the south. crazy weather. felt colder yesterday than i had all winter it seemed.

    i dropped my compact digital over the weekend and almost cried. my daughter said "it's just a scratch, it still works, don't cry about it. " haha
    it upset me so much - i scratch my beautiful red canon. : (

  9. The snow was soothing,, wasn't it? I have been out of pocket, it seems. I am glad to read your post today..

  10. btw, i'm in love with your image - again.

  11. Hi, I came over from Texas Blogging Gals. I love this picture! How talented.

    I hope you will come by and visit my blog: http://lonestarlifer.wordpress.com/2010/03/23/wordless-wednesday-dedicated-to-michael/

    Take care.


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