Wednesday, April 2, 2014

The Coming of Spring



Moved into the new abode just a couple weeks ago.  Since then it’s been a steady regimen of cold and snow and gray and rain; brief and cheerfully sunny afternoons checked by fierce, cold winds as the long, cold, lonely winter stretched on and on and on.

Until today. 

It was that magical day today that happens once every year when one knows:  there’s no turning back.  Days are too long.  Buds are swelling.  Geese? --paired up, guarding the nest. 

Spent an hour or so late in the day today pulling weeds, pruning the dead and damaged, and raking up the litter.  Most grateful to be back amongst the ranks of the home owners after four years as renters.  Grateful, too, to inherit grounds that have been both planned and maintained by folks ignorant in the arts of landscaping.  It’s a beautiful mess.  Not a blank slate, more like a PC that needs to be swept clean.  It will be a pleasure transforming it into a showcase.

What’s important, tho, was that feeling of Spring.  Spring. 

My Ma got Spring.  In my high school years in Warrenton, she and I would “tour the estate” in the afternoons and early evenings in March and April.  For me, wrestling season was over and there was not yet enough to do on the farm across the road that demanded my full time labor.  For her, home from a long day teaching fourth graders.  We would walk around the yard together tracking Spring’s progress—blooming crocus and then daffodil and forsythia, swelling buds of the maples and dogwoods and pussy willows, creeping mint and phlox.

It came flooding back in a second this afternoon, along with the grief of her loss.  It’s been over a decade since she died and a spring never passes without fond memories of our “touring the estate” together.   Tears came this afternoon when I walked by her portrait.  Tears because I miss her still.  Tears because she left us so suddenly with no warning.  Tears because she’s not here to enjoy what she loved so—Spring.   

Death remains a mystery.  Is she in heaven?  Did she merge in with the Oneness?  Was her life simply snuffed out?  Where did she go?  Does she still enjoy the Spring?

Yes, the tears came.  I turned away to hide the tears, stepped to the window to look out at the back yard.  And at that very same second . . . a deer jumped the fence from the neighbor’s yard into mine. 

Go figure.

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

"Radicalizing" Mosque?

"Civilians were not innocent because they paid taxes to support the government and because they were kaffir (non-Muslims)."  This from one Ahmad Abousamra who fled the country after the FBI caught him and a friend conspiring to attack shoppers at a Boston Mall.  Why noteworthy?  He went to the same Mosque as the Boston Marathon murderers.

Coincidence? They weren't the only four from that mosque who've been linked to terror. Click on the link below.

The question remains:  who paid those boys' expenses?

Friday, August 24, 2012

The real war on women--on granny, on working moms, and on all the young women just hitting the workforce--is the pathetic debasement of the U.S. dollar.