a box of stuff that’ll go crazy when spring comes, but it’s pretty manageable until then
There are about a hundred good reasons why no sane person would ever coach soccer, he told me on the drive home, but I forget most of them when I’m on my meds & then we laughed wildly in the bright spring air.
The birds brought seed & flowers & bits of brightly colored string & placed them in her hair while she slept so that she would remember the wild joy of spring when she finally awoke.
running wildly into the spring wind chasing down all the dandelions before they turn into just weeds in a couple of years
she sang like snowflakes on my tongue, bright & sharp with the forgotten promises of spring
My uncle Obert had only 3 fingers on his left hand. He lost the others during corn planting one spring. My fingers are buried out in these fields somewhere, he used to tell us & I check for them every summer to see if they’ve sprouted yet. I asked him once what he’d do if … [Read More]