miller's crossing

The ground is thawed. The squirrels are busy. It's time to think about planting. As I've grown older, I've come to appreciate the spring time more and more. With any luck, this will be my sixth spring to watch the backyard turn from brown, muddy patch to vibrant, green jungle. I am truly awed by and grateful for the change each year.

Seasonal change is so fundamental to life in the upper midwest. You would think it would feel more ordinary and predictable. Yet no one I know could deny how deeply they are effected by the transition from cold to warm.

I drempt about prowling last night. A sign my mind and body are stretching towards balmy nights, unfettered by hats and gloves and the cold north wind.