My yard art is doing a little Irish jig for St. Paddy's Day
-- and also because spring is almost here.
Inside, Bunners is having the luck of the Irish,
with a big pile of green parsley for breakfast.
And I'm dicing lots of green veggies for
-- spaghetti sauce?
I like spaghetti way better than corned beef.
Back outside, I went in search of signs of spring
and found a little crocus poking through
the grass in a roadside ditch.
Above was this blooming forsythia branch:
Of course, here in the Northwest the skies
are still mainly gray,
so in defense I decided to pull out
my brightest flowery fabric
and make spring pillows for the front porch
to help ward off the gray.
Yards and yards of fat cheery piping
will surround each pillow,
which I hope to finish by tonight.
Have a colorful day!
I hope those pillows are for the front porch! I have been watching the buds outside my window developing, too.
ReplyDeleteOn the day when the weight deadens on your shoulders and you stumble, may the clay dance to balance you.
ReplyDeleteAnd when your eyes freeze behind the gray window and the ghost of loss gets into you, may a flock of colors, indigo, red, green and azure blue come to awaken in you a meadow of delight.
When the canvas frays in the curach of thought and a stain of ocean blackens beneath you, may there come across the waters a path of yellow moonlight to bring you safely home.
"May the nourishment of the earth be yours, may the clarity of light be yours, may the
fluency of the ocean be yours, may the protection of the ancestors be yours."
And so may a slow wind work these words of love around you, an invisible cloak to mind your life.
john o'donohue
The anticipation of Spring has finally caught up to realization. I have had my corned beef and cabbage with potatoes and carrots, and my life is now complete. All is well.
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