Signs of Spring

Around Our House

Monday, Just Before Sunset...

(Skywalker, the kitty, wondering what the heck I'm doing lying on my stomach out in the dirt)

Violets, unfurled...

Violets in bloom (They're everywhere!)

William and Gabe at batting practice

The old faucet attached to the artesian well -- which, incidentally, is our only source of water at the moment, since the pressure switch seems to have gone out on the darn thing...  Waiting for the handyman hired by our landlady to get the parts to fix it! Ugh. If you're not the one fetching toilet water from the well to try to function half-way normally - well..  you just don't have very good incentive to hurry about such things...

Dan working on the well

And down the road a piece...

Penny: Are you coming, or what?

Me:  If you're cutting across there, I'm not coming.

Gabriel meeting me on the road back home.

Spring Song by Lucy Maud Montgomery

Hark, I hear a robin calling!

List, the wind is from the south! 

And the orchard-bloom is falling

Sweet as kisses on the mouth. 

In the dreamy vale of beeches

Fair and faint is woven mist, 

And the river's orient reaches

Are the palest amethyst. 

Every limpid brook is singing

Of the lure of April days; 

Every piney glen is ringing

With the maddest roundelays. 

Come and let us seek together

Springtime lore of daffodils, 

Giving to the golden weather

Greeting on the sun-warm hills. 

Ours shall be the moonrise stealing

Through the birches ivory-white; 

Ours shall be the mystic healing

Of the velvet-footed night. 

Ours shall be the gypsy winding

Of the path with violets blue, 

Ours at last the wizard finding

Of the land where dreams come true.