Happy first day of Spring! In the wee, small hours of the morning, winter packed its bags and crept out the back door while spring bustled in the front. Now, that’s not saying there won’t be some lingering traces of winter, because I’m sure she’ll linger, in some places more than in others, but at least the great dial of the seasons points toward warmer weather.
Known as the vernal equinox, this is the time day and night are most nearly equal. If it’s true to tradition, there’ll be a thunderstorm some time around this date. Is that because nature has a tough time shifting its seasonal gears and we hear the grumbling?
The trees and grass are greening, the temperature is warm, and birds are building nests–all sure signs of spring, but another, not so welcome sign flew in while the door was open yesterday–a fly. Really. First one I’ve seen some last fall and I haven’t missed them a bit. This is an extraordinarily loud and energetic fly. He’s also quite elusive. He zooms around, doing acrobatics, but refuses to light somewhere so I can swat him. Aggravating!
Feeling springy and energetic yesterday, I baked a chocolate cake. Usually, I bake from scratch, but I saw a tempting cake mix in the store, triple chocolate, and couldn’t resist. Sure enough, it was delicious.
On St. Pat’s Day, I baked Irish soda bread. This was definitely from scratch and tasted yummy. Dawn, Sara, and I enjoyed several slices straight from the oven with butter melting on them. In fact, I liked it so well, I may bake more today.
Spring is that way–it inspires me. My publisher and I are continuing to work on getting By the Fright of the Silvery Moon all spruced up and ready for launching. Yesterday, we worked on “About the Author” that shows up in the back of each book. We’ve changed that part a bit, and I like it much better. I hope you do too.
A few years ago, I wrote this poem about springtime, called Migration:
High up in the sky last night, a promise winged its wedge-shaped flight–
A promise of the seasons changing, of nature’s landscape rearranging.
Flying in a V formation, looking for a new location,
Wild geese flew through moonlit spaces, Going to their springtime places.
Blanche, once again your words give a beautiful picture and new insight…I absolutely love your poem! Thank you for sharing! Please share a poem of yours often! : )
Thank you, Fran. I’m happy you like my poem.