Freshening

The orioles are back! New nectar for everyone! Fresh sunflower seeds! The not-so-stealthy squirrel hanging upside down from the bird feeder is definitely nursing. Sylvia, once again, has taken to hunting our back yard toads. May can come around my house anytime, although I'm awfully fond of September, too. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. There will be plenty of time for September later.

On Saturday the mailman delivered my subscription to Black Ocean Press. Four books plus Handsome for $40. So far, I've consumed Ordinary Sun by Matthew Henriksen. Good stuff. I should buy more small press subscriptions. I always find something to be delighted about. On the other hand, I've been poking around ordering stuff on the Kindle, too, which might be the polar opposite of ordering from a small press. Click the BUY button and within seconds Robert Hass is in my hands and lined up next to The New York Times and The New Yorker and my bank account has surrendered $9.99. Chekhov, the old dead fart, is instantly delivered and free. Both electronic and paper have their seductions, I suppose. The real books are great for my real house and my real rocking chair. The electronic books are great for traveling sans a 40-pound sack of tomes, and of course there's the instant gratification aspect.

But look! the sun is shining here, Amazing! and the May weeds haven't ceased their grow. I'll be out in the freshening.

Fry

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The First Saturday In May

At Madison Elementary, amongst the cornfields, a rite of spring.
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Out of WMU

Tom's out there somewhere
Oh, there he is.

And Mary, too.

They did it.

St. Joe

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Breaking the Surface

My rain barrels are overflowing, the water lily leaves breaking the surface, the Koi ravenous. I would like to say enough of the rain, but the mallards beneath the bird feeder are putting on quite a show. Look at these feathers, why dontcha. And the sleeping is amazing!

The forecast for Friday and Saturday calls for sun. Cross your fingers. Not to be overly optimistic, but come Satuday evening Tom will be the exhausted recipient of a Bachelor of Arts in environmental science and comparative religion (and a minor in music, which is where he started and where he'll continue to go.) His equally exhausted gal Mary will be receiving a Bachelor of Arts in environmental science and recreation. National Parks, say hello to Mary.

Now the fun begins. For everyone, I imagine. Up to the surface, out into the world, ravenous, ready for the show.

Into The Woods

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It Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time

Tom & Tom's stuff are coming home from college.
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Grocery Shopping in Shipshe

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Artpost Poetry Marathon

David Dodd Lee
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