Spring song

I think Spring is here. It seems to be riding in on a herd of wind/rainstorms, but when I walked to the grocery store yesterday, in between gusts, I saw a dogwood in bloom. It was one of the native trees, the ones whose blossoms start out a deep yellow-green and then move into whiteness over the next few weeks. It was a comforting sight, that tree. There have been blossoms for weeks - daffodils, crocuses, grape hyacinths, tulips, forsythia, cherry blossoms - the cherry trees downtown came into bloom and were losing their blossoms almost before I noticed them. When I saw that, I panicked a bit -- realizing that I was so self-absorbed that I was letting an entire precious Springtime pass without taking the time to notice it, without lifting my eyes off the ground in front of me. But now there's the dogwood. The dogwood is my totem, and it will not be ignored.



Robin called from England this morning. I was at the office, looking out at snow-capped mountains over on the mainland, listening to the wind. He said it was warm and sunny in Devon, and he was just getting ready to go for a long walk. He didn't even mention his flight, so it must have been uneventful. That's good. If there's any time in my life that I would like to be bored, thank you, it's when I'm 30,000 feet in the air.


Fingers crossed here. I have a Tai Chi class tomorrow, where I'm going to try submitting my beleaguered muscles to a couple of hours of gentle stretching - sort of like this (or not).




Then I think I'll head to the theatre to see Alice in Wonderland -- a reward for my efforts.

I hope you have all had a lovely Easter day -- complete with chocolate rabbits.