Spring is arriving in our latitude. The snow is nearly gone today, and eagles--an adult pair and a juvenile--are perching in popple trees along the Leaf river near our farm. The Sandhill Cranes have been back for ten days or so, and we hear them every morning sing their prehistoric clacking song. The ground hasn't settled yet. We're afloat for a time while the skin of earth remans disconnected from the frozen ground below. I continue to hope that Thoreau was right about this flowing time when he proclaimed that all men's sins are forgiven on a bright spring day.
There are only a couple of weeks remaining till new life change arrives for my son and daughter-in-law. Soon they will introduce my wife and me to our first grandchild. If the world hadn't been giving us news enough about spring, our expectation provides confirmation that the frozen time is dead. It's good to wipe away the crust of winter from our eyes and hear and smell the commotion of the world born again.
Dear Dad,
ReplyDeleteIt is so good to read your writing, and to see your photographs. It allows me to get to know you in new ways. I'm happy you are doing this, because though we are in different parts of the country, reading and seeing your perspectives allows me to have a connection to you and your life there. I miss you so much.
Love, Caitlin
Hi Caitlin,
ReplyDeleteI think you are right--I mean about keeping in touch. This seems to be as good a way as there is given that we have a kind of geographically challenged relationship.
Love you,
Dad