Monday, April 27, 2015
We had a spring snow dump on Saturday and on Sunday I arose to a foot (30 cm) of wet heavy snow. Trundling out in my rubber boots, jammies, and my dad's overcoat, I knocked snow off the tree branch bowed under the weight to the sidewalk. With my granddad's saw I cut up the honeysuckle, planted when the building was built about fifty years ago, that had given up under the weight. The saw handle gave way on the last branch. Inspecting it closely for the first time in the 30 years I have owned it, I discovered it inscribed with the last name of my granddad's brother in law. Hummmm. I helped my neighbour from down the hall dig out her car. We agreed it was perfect snowman snow. We returned inside to our separate abodes for warmth and rest. In the evening, dressed like a grown up, I ascended to the roof to make sure all was well. It was. And there I build a snowman. He was two feet tall when I said good night to him. I named him Aloysius. Play like a child when life gives you the chance.
Friday, April 17, 2015
A spectacular dust devil, probably one foot in diameter showing itself as it crossed the bowl only in the flower beds. Tree buds opening and thickening day by day, making shadows fulsome. Butterflies. Birds practicing their calls. A man in a rainbow Afro wig, and a lime coloured car the shape of a box.