Since all my friends on CafeMom are posting beautiful pictures of their new flowers, their blooming trees, and pasting spring-y sweet peas all over, I thought I would get into the spring groove, too.  Don't get me wrong, I love spring, and when I lived in Oregon spring was the most glorious season imaginable, it was like living in the middle of flower garden and the greenery seemed drunk with life and growth. 

Here spring is different.  To help you understand what spring is like in my big soup tureen of a Rocky Mountain valley, here is a little poem of signs of spring:

 

roaringshriekingwhistling wind

 

ribbons of dark earth uncovered by mighty tractors

and manure (stinky)

 

shrinking white mountain snow-caps

but--

there's always the possiblity of a spring snowstorm

 

scudding clouds

bangingintimidatingthreatening wind

 

long-winged, red-butted bugs

mating on my kitchen sink

(there will be many other kinds of bugs)

 

screamingmerciless wind

 

not as many fires in the wood stove

so cereal boxes and egg cartons pile up in the corner, unburned

 

tree-wavingbranch-throwingtumbleweed-tossing wind

 

fuzzy gray fur in the front yard reveals itself to be

half-eaten rodents

(we do feed the dog, don't we?)

 

tiny green blades of grass hidden by the matted winter cover

 

did i mention the wind?

 

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Momma...
Apr. 2, 2008 at 6:56 PM Love it!!  Great poem.....reminds me of....who? ee cummings?

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Karat...
Apr. 2, 2008 at 9:30 PM I'm so sorry sweetie!  My husband feels the same way about North Dakota.  Actually, I feel the same way about ND too!  The wind can have such a "sandpaper" affect!  We need to plant you some more trees to break the wind!!

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tress...
Apr. 2, 2008 at 11:12 PM

You have bugs too? I unearthed quite a few strange looking boogers last weekend working in the garden. 

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