Monday, April 6, 2009

Laid Low

The crocuses avoided the barrage of wood, then withstood a day of April snow. But forty-eight hours of heavy winds finally laid them low, literally. Even so, they’re still beautiful. And, with or without the verticality of the crocuses, spring approaches. In two weeks, we’ll have daffodils. In three, hummingbirds. In seven, I’ll turn fifty.

So much math.

So much, so much.


  1. 50? Never would have guessed.

  2. In this piece the Crocuses are inconsequential and beautiful. It refutes our expectations of things and I like that.