Maybe today I will plant Dahlia
Before the sun makes it over the trees I am a major grump. To put it politely.
I hate the cold, I feel like I have been cold every single second since I got here. I hate getting up with the baby in the frigid night.
I hate crawling out of bed and seeing my breath, putting on my jacket, changing #3’s diaper and putting his fleece suit on over his jammers, wool slippers on his feet.
It makes my head pound with angry heat, and I stub my toes and bump my elbows and curse myself for coming home this early. Why didn’t I wait another 10 days? 10 more days and the mornings wouldn’t be like this.
Sun pouring honey over new leaf buds
It’s morning on the mountain and the chickadees dee dee dee
Sonny boy laugh away some morning dew
Already planning today’s river and civilization destruction
rapid creek water flowing from the gravity fed
turns my yard into valleys and waterways of epic ages
ground steams in the warmth of the day