Pansies. I have always loved pansies. As far back as I can remember, I have loved pansies. I believe it's their smiling faces that peer at you out of the blue.
Saturday mornings. Just Regan and myself. Home alone (without the antics). Watching the birds, hearing their song through the open doors and windows, doing chores, watching the sunlight play shadow games across the porch.
Talavera. Colorful. Cheerful. Handpainted. I had found the best place to buy it in El Paso and also in Santa Fe. I can never have enough.
Begonias. In all colors. Waxy leaves. Lovely petals.Cheerful yellow tufts in the centers. They grow in shade. Are not phased by heat.
Herbs planted in wire baskets. Morning sun. Shade in the hottest part of the day. Evening sun. Prolific. Taste good. Waiting on me to use them.
Gentle breezes that flow through the house when the windows are open. They move the curtains. The create shadows that move. Entertainment for Regan.
All things natural. This vine covered bowl. Spring flowers. Renewal. The promise of our salvation.
Entertaining outside. Eating outside. Sitting outside. Doors open. Sleeping with windows open. A renewed energy. All before the blast furnace (aka Summer) arrives.
What about Spring do you like the most?
Spring is like a perhaps hand
Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere) arranging
a window, into which people look (while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here) and
changing everything carefully
spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and from moving New and
Old things, while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there) and
without breaking anything.
e.e. cummings
Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere) arranging
a window, into which people look (while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here) and
changing everything carefully
spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and from moving New and
Old things, while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there) and
without breaking anything.
e.e. cummings
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