My heart of silk
is filled with lights,
with lost bells,
with lilies and bees.
I will go very far,
farther than those mountains,
farther than the oceans,
way up near the stars,
to ask Christ the Lord
to give back to me
the soul I had as a child,
matured by fairy tales,
with its hat of feathers
and its wooden sword.Federico García Lorca
Dodging heavy rain showers in Lakeland during Easter week, I’ve been glad that strong winds dried up my lawn enough for its first mow of the season. Still somewhat bare, I always love to see the signs of Spring’s unfurling, and in just four or five weeks from now the apple trees, shrubs and flowers will be their fuller selves once again. The cycles of life – my own, and the complexities of nature all around us, have surprised and delighted me anew every year since childhood. Trees and flowers in bud take me home to days of joy and daydreaming – on a garden swing suspended from a cherry tree, and to the scent of last September’s fruits being prepared for apple and blackberry pie …
wind in my wheels 🌱 