Snow fell overnight
Stifling Spring’s first words,
So eagerly anticipated this year.
Though aren’t they always?
This bag of bones lets lose
Within the fluid caress of a warm tub.
Water, fire, salt,
smoke, heat, paper
And all this…drifts away.
Rising with the
April is National Poetry month. In honor of that designation I am sharing this piece that I wrote the first week of the month. Snow seems rather far gone from a day like today. It has been 65-70 degrees this week sending me barefoot into the garden yesterday. Just a couple weeks ago it was a markedly different situation. Montana's spring is so dynamic.
“Time,” by Elephant Revival—and the gym, as I already mentioned. Time is a fluid, like my bath water embrace.
|My friend, Chelsey, dropped off some paper hearts to decorate our windows. Matt and I created these together. The one on the right is a sun with rays in the blue sky, though quite abstract. They’re quite a cheerful addition.|
|Matt photobombing the full moon.|
|Our fierce door guard.|
|I colored for hours one Saturday. With cats bookending me the whole while. I’ve also been writing, sewing, and making shrinkeedinks.|
|I’ll take this opportunity to say that the Facebook group “Sewing with Cats” is one of the best things on FB. I rarely post, but love the content. These are my people.|
|The light we’re using now formerly decorated Matt’s childhood home. They’re the old-school big bulbs. Those always make me think of my dad.|
|Ginger still thinks this is the best thing to ever happen.|
- A book
- A pitcher of water and plastic glass
- A portable speaker
- My iPod (for audiobooks)
- The phoneputer (for music, largely)
- A hand towel for dabbing my sweaty face and drying my hands when needed
- The tea pot and cup (optional, depending on the time of day)
- A beer (optional, depending on the time of day)
|Wee bloomers spotted on one of our walks. They’re probably all of three inches tall.|
|A Spring sunset. Not pictured: the backyard campfire.|
In my ordinary life I take a bath about once a week, never more than that. It is typically part of my Monday morning since that’s the day I work 1-9pm at the library and so have the morning to myself at home. These days it is more like three or four times a week. It’s just like the Curry Feasts. An increase in frequency was highly desirable, given the state of things.
|Johnny has decided she loves this tri-tunnel. Naturally now Ginger, the most scardy Alpha cat ever, has now become fixated on it, too. Turf wars and startling catrocket launches on the regular.|
|Matt and I went down to the river last weekend to skip stones and watch birds.|
Maybe I’ll celebrate with a nice long soak today.
|Ginger and me at the front window desk. It’s a good thing for her that I have to work using my phone most of the time. She’s kinda hogging the laptop space.|
**** I still go outside plenty. I just don’t go into buildings much anymore. We have an awesome yard, front and back. We cycle and walk—though we tend to avoid the trails around our house since they're pretty heavily trafficked. We drove 45 minutes out into the country to watch birds at a seasonal lake last weekend. I still get out plenty…just, you know, not where people are.
|I’ve always been glad to live in Montana. All the more so right now.|