||[Mar. 3rd, 2013|06:37 pm]
All day we had no more than a few periods of mist and then, just as I'd expected, rain began falling just when I went shopping. Now that I'm home, it has stopped. We had a lovely pale orange sky at sunset, but now that dusk has arrived the clouds appear to be thickening again, so there might be more rain tonight. The frogs, already singing, will be happy, I'm sure.|
My house has about four hundred feet more elevation than the neighborhood Safeway is in, and I was surprised to see so many dogwoods in full bloom down there. I few hundred feet lower, I've been told, the oaks are already getting their spring leaves. The dogwoods on my block show no signs of blooming yet, and the oaks are yet bare. It's a good thing they've delayed, as by Wednesday night there could be frost and maybe a bit of snow. There will surely be snow in the mountains, which is a very good thing. The snow pack is well below normal for early March, and any addition to it will be welcome.
I'll probably be getting wet again when I go to the chiropractor on Tuesday, but I have no intention of letting that deter me. My neck has gotten very sore the last couple of days, and I'll be very glad for a good head-yanking. In fact I've got a bit of headache tonight, and sitting at the computer isn't helping it. Time for dinner.
by Charlotte Mew
Toll no bell for me, dear Father dear Mother,
Waste no sighs;
There are my sisters, there is my little brother
Who plays in the place called Paradise,
Your children all, your children for ever;
But I, so wild,
Your disgrace, with the queer brown face, was never,
Never, I know, but half your child!
In the garden at play, all day, last summer,
Far and away I heard
The sweet "tweet-tweet" of a strange new-comer,
The dearest, clearest call of a bird.
It lived down there in the deep green hollow,
My own old home, and the fairies say
The word of a bird is a thing to follow,
So I was away a night and a day.
One evening, too, by the nursery fire,
We snuggled close and sat round so still,
When suddenly as the wind blew higher,
Something scratched on the window-sill,
A pinched brown face peered in—I shivered;
No one listened or seemed to see;
The arms of it waved and the wings of it quivered,
Whoo—I knew it had come for me!
Some are as bad as bad can be!
All night long they danced in the rain,
Round and round in a dripping chain,
Threw their caps at the window-pane,
Tried to make me scream and shout
And fling the bedclothes all about:
I meant to stay in bed that night,
And if only you had left a light
They would never have got me out!
Sometimes I wouldn't speak, you see,
Or answer when you spoke to me,
Because in the long, still dusks of Spring
You can hear the whole world whispering;
The shy green grasses making love,
The feathers grow on the dear grey dove,
The tiny heart of the redstart beat,
The patter of the squirrel's feet,
The pebbles pushing in the silver streams,
The rushes talking in their dreams,
The swish-swish of the bat's black wings,
The wild-wood bluebell's sweet ting-tings,
Humming and hammering at your ear,
Everything there is to hear
In the heart of hidden things.
But not in the midst of the nursery riot,
That's why I wanted to be quiet,
Couldn't do my sums, or sing,
Or settle down to anything.
And when, for that, I was sent upstairs
I did kneel down to say my prayers;
But the King who sits on your high church steeple
Has nothing to do with us fairy people!
'Times I pleased you, dear Father, dear Mother,
Learned all my lessons and liked to play,
And dearly I loved the little pale brother
Whom some other bird must have called away.
Why did they bring me here to make me
Not quite bad and not quite good,
Why, unless They're wicked, do They want, in spite,
to take me
Back to Their wet, wild wood?
Now, every night I shall see the windows shining,
The gold lamp's glow, and the fire's red gleam,
While the best of us are twining twigs and the rest of us
In the hollow by the stream.
Black and chill are Their nights on the wold;
And They live so long and They feel no pain:
I shall grow up, but never grow old,
I shall always, always be very cold,
I shall never come back again!