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A Branch of Spring

A branch of spring I will bring to you
And at your door I’ll stand.
It’s nothing but a sprout but it’s well budded out

By the work of life’s own hand.

The March winds blow and the swirling snow
Say that winter’s holding on
But we’ve all heard in the call of the bird
That Old Winter soon will be gone.

The day’s bright light and the dark span of night
Are as like as matching hands.
Soon the days will grow long and the nights grow warm
And green spread cross the land.

Up through the snow the crocuses grow.
Soon the hyacinth bells will ring.
So let Winter roar, still birds will soar
And we’ll catch each scent of Spring.

My song is done, I must be gone
Like a bird upon the wing.
So bless you all, both great and small
And bring you a joyful Spring.

~Enki Festival Songs

I think that it is safe to say that Spring has sprung.  The old groundhog was right and Little Salty (our local woolly mammoth) missed it.  All the cold weather and snow of last week seems so far away now, with temperatures 15°-25° F above normal for the next ten days, at least.  It's been a good week.  Our school rhythm has gone fairly well.  There's been plenty of time outside and we've been working on garden things.  I'll be refurbishing my fishing line fence soon, maybe this weekend.  I've also got broccoli and brussels sprouts to put in the ground.  I can hardly believe I am putting something out so early, but Carrie said it was okay.

I think I have been trying to goad Winter into a fury so that it might return.  I put away snow suits and boots.  The flannel sheets had their last wash and dry (on the line!).  I got out the cooler comforters for the children and ordered Laurel her own for the trundle bed.  I've switched out most of the insulated curtains and we've even had the windows open.  The children brought me their cold weather clothes this morning to put down in the basement and I turned on the dehumidifier.   Yes, all this should make it snow, right?

Our forced forsythia branches don't seem to be too far ahead of the ones outside.  I'll admit that I am a little worried about the fruit trees and berries.  With two months remaining until our last frost date, I feel fairly certain it will get cold again.  I guess I can just hope that our songs for the apple trees will protect them through whatever weather comes along.


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A Blessed Wilderness

It was just like being in heaven, being in there. In those days there was no road. The park was all a blessed wilderness. I have often thought what a wonderful people we would have been if we had wanted to keep it that way.

~Adolph Murie, biologist, on Denali


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