Out sick

I'm out sick dreaming of creative uses for library books.

winter wonderland

Woke up yesterday to snow coming down dusting the ground around the brambles I let flourish in my backyard because of their glorious bright purple spirals against the winter white. I remembered a Robert Frost poem my grandmother taught me:

The way a crow

Shook down on me

The dust of snow

From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart

A change of mood

And saved some part

Of a day I had rued.

"Rued" was a new word for me at the time, and it is quite a useful little word.

Later in the day, I went for a walk in Cambridge with a friend of mine who lives there. She showed me University Park on Sidney Street in an area of factories reclaimed for high-tech businesses running on the intellects of MIT grads. The park had never seized my attention as I drove by, but turned out to be full of delights. Little trees with gnarly mops on top like bobs on slender flappers. The green of scrubby pines. Tiny red crab apples like vivid punctuation marks. And taller trees with soft brown leaves still hanging on like prayer papers. Whoever designed the park gave serious weight to how long our winters are here in New England.

That said, my daffodils poked their heads up out of the ground for a look-see yesterday. Spring is on the way.

This tech-educational is fun! (So far at least, I'm not yet daunted!) Thank you all for letting me be a part of it.

Villette