not-quite Journaling, 68
“Spring is
nature’s way of saying, ‘Let’s party!’”
~ Robin Williams
4/2/2024: I’m recovering from a torn back muscle (that makes it difficult to breathe deeply without flinching, which worsens the pain), so my spring partying repertoire includes the occasional bit of whimpering. Still… crocuses and hellebores and daffodils, oh my! 🪴🌺😁🌺🪴
If
the eclipse fails to art your sky, do delight in other wonders.
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4/9/2024: So, yesterday’s partial solar eclipsed--which many New Yorkers (all right, me) expected to look partially spectacular in our bit of the world--barely made the sun look a tad dingy. But last month, at the end of a run, I saw a hawk enjoying the sun. Thoughts (and pictures and video) of the sighting still make me smile. Also, my back feels healed enough that I can start walking my way back to running (again). And that is another wonder.
The
cruelest month’s
(not-so-gentle)
rain mushrooming delight for me.
4/14/2024: April showers have been having their way with New York City. But the sun finally came out. And like me, the other wild things growing in these urban woods are so happy to feel him.
“April is the
cruellest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with
spring rain.”
~ T. S. Eliot
4/18/2024:
Yep, the rain is back…
– for
Poets and Storytellers United (Friday Writings #123: April)
