Monday, April 21, 2008

mine is a reluctant marriage





to these northern woods:
I resist its embrace,
but then, the place wooes me.

Home, after a week away, to find the snow half gone,
my bees furiously alive in blossoming maples,
daffodils budding by the stone doorstep,
and we dig overwintered carrots for supper.

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

mud art


















How to make a silk purse out of this event called spring?
Friends call to exult in blooming daffodils; we measure spring's arrival in our own way.


Friday, April 4, 2008

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

a madonna of sorts


She has planted onion and broccoli seeds in her greenhouse, looked after the castrated bulls.