Thursday, April 11, 2013


April 11, 2013

and eddieandbill come

running from marbles and

piracies and it's


(e e cummings)


Hello Rose


I can't believe that it actually crossed through my mind, briefly, that I might actually get married again. Feh! Impossible. Who would have me? I realize that such thoughts are the symptoms of the illusions, the madness, of that once a year phenomenon known as Spring.

Around here Nature is waking up, the trees are showing the blossoms they have been dreaming about all winter, birds are back in town from wherever they have been vacationing, while the tiny Winter birds, no bigger than my thumb, who somehow thrive in the ice, snow and freezing temperatures have headed back to their homes on the Canadian tundra, flowers and Frisbees are featured on the market shelves. Signs are all around. In spite of predictions of nasty weather in some places, temporary interruptions in the natural cosmic dance, it can't be denied.

Spring is a time for waking up. It's a time for nudging into reality the winter dreams. A time for weary fingers to push into the ground the seeds of Autumn's wishes. It's a time of returning, revivifying and creating new memories. It's a time for listening to the messages whispered by the breezes that come through the trees or down the streets. It's a time to enjoy quiet,harmless insanity. It's the time to find joy in a single blossom or a simple song. It's a time to admire the wondrous things Nature can do.

Spring.The sign of regeneration and of life living itself.

Invite it in.


DB - Vagabond Journeys

Never give up.


1 comment:

Geo. said...

Beautiful, DB. Invite it in? Spring doesn't stand on ceremony.