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IT HAS TO BE LIVED
I'm so focused on other things (work, mostly) that I'm continually surprised by the promise and the preparation that the Earth is making for the return of spring. Driving up the hill, out of the corner of my eye, my mind registers a patch of what can only be snowdrops. Another garden, caught in peripheral vision, seems to be polka-dotted with tiny yellow bulbs...surely not crocus already? The sun has been shining inbetween times, but with my head bent to the cyanotic glow of circuitry, I keep catching only the tail-end of it, as I leave the office.

It's not good, this all-consuming concentration on getting things done that I know are not the be-all and end-all but feel very compelling and important right now. Too much to do and not enough time to do it in causes an overflow into all other areas of my life. Sometimes this is just how it is. You wade through it, holding your precious sanity over your head in order to keep it dry.

In the fields of the Ramel farm there have been huge white birds resting every morning of the past week. I don't know if it's the same birds from day to day...they're not there in the early evening when I come home. And they are just too far away for me to be able to tell easily if they are white geese or swans. We get a lot of swans flying the migratory routes here, but this seems to be an unusually large flock so I'm leaning toward the geese theory. They bring to mind one of my favorite passages from The Book of Merlyn by T.H. White when King Arthur travels with a flock of grey geese. I memorized one of the poems that accompanied it, back when I was a teen with so much time on my hands and so many more clean, uncluttered braincells; now all I remember of it is Hank Hank Hink Hink Honk Honk. A silly song of the wild grey geese.

Thanks to Google, it's at my fingertips:

We wander the sky with many a Cronk
And land in the pasture fields with a Plonk.
Hank-hank, Hink-hink, Honk-honk.

Then we bend our necks with a curious kink
Like the bend the plumber puts under the sink.
Honk-honk, Hank-hank, Hink-hink.

And we feed away in a sociable rank
Tearing the grass with a sideways yank.
Hink-hink, Honk-honk, Hank-hank.

But Hink or Honk we relish the Plonk,
And Honk or Hank we relish the rank,
And Hank or Hink we think it a jink
To Honk or Hank or Hink!

Someone has been plowing the fields; the chocolatey velvety earth has been turned over and furrowed. The neon yellow of the rapeseed is only a few weeks away. The Kävlinge river is actually not overflowing its brim. The abandoned boats near the Flyinge stables are well up above the waterline. This doesn't bode well for the crops in the long run or for our planned canoeing trip in June. Maybe we'll have to hike instead. In the back of my head someone has stuck up a post-it note that is telling me in no uncertain terms that I can't wait much longer to do my own part for spring preparations: clear last year's deadfall away, remove the evergreen branches that are keeping the hostas warm, trim the things that need to be trimmed, remove the old dead growth from the flowerpots. Get ready, get ready! Spring is coming.

...It is no good trying to tell about the beauty. It was just that life was beautiful beyond belief, and that is a kind of joy which has to be lived.—T.H. White

Happy Birthday to My Favorite German Sister-in-Law, Simone! Alles Gute zum Geburtstag!
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mood: working
music: Swingfly—Singing That Melody


Comments
(Anonymous)

I love the poem - I can see why you remember at least that line. This is also a very descriptive post - I love the chocolately velvet earth image - I wish it were chocolate sometimes! We too finally have crocus popping up - I'm glad, as winter is finally dragging me down too much.

-Heather

I never felt like we really got winter. We had one good snow and it disappeared much too quickly. We actually had quite a lot of sun this year which was nice, but I would have liked more snow. However, spring is zooming up and I'm glad about that, too. :)

(Anonymous)

Really, spring is coming? OH, I'm so relieved. I was almost thinking that with the 20 more cm we're expecting that we were still in the deathgrip of winter. Oh, that's Canada...

Swans, inconceivable to me.

It's coming, it's coming. But I suspect it will take its sweet time about it!

(Anonymous)

I must get out of the house and see if this thing called spring has arrived here too! Seven days of children sick/no babysitter = cabin fever.

The geese story from TH White reminds me of Nils Holgersson and his trip!

julia@kolo

I looked harder today as I drove past (they were in the field this morning AND when I drove home)...and I'm actually pretty sure now that they are swans.

And spring HASN'T arrived yet...but the PROMISE is in the air. It WILL get here.

(Anonymous)
Simone

Don´t you only have ONE German Sister in Law? and doesnt that automatically make her the favorite?....

She liked your singing by the way...thanks for leaving a message, she had been on the phone for 5 hours as everyone and their brothers call every year on her b day... so at some point she just stopped answering....(her ear was burning hot and the phone melted too....

gotta go.
love ya all,
John

Re: Simone

Ssssh! I was trying to make her feel special! :D Which she IS. Did you pass along her present or have you spent it all yourself? :D

In our valley the daffodils are sticking up their green tips strong and promising! Every year a daffodil parade takes place in the spring rolling through three cities. With a daffodil princess, no less. From our favorite restaurant up on a hill, you can look down onto the fields and when they are in bloom it is solid patches of bright yellow! Also, we too had white birds in this field and I had to find out just what they were. I found a bird site on-line (The Tweeters--!) with a forum and there was a person from my neighborhood writing about those same birds. I emailed her and we both were delighted to see them. They turned out to be Trumpeter Swans.

I love the goose passage. The next time I hear the Canada Geese honking down at the lake I'll think of this.

So enjoyable, your landscape in words! But you did remind me, I too need to go out and clear away last summers dead debris.

I do hope you get time to concentrate less and tip toe through the tulips! If the time doesn't come to you, demand it. =)

my comments runneth over!

A daffodil princess! What fun! It's still too early for the daffodils, here, though they always come up earlier in Malmö than here, which is only half an hour north.

The birds in the fields ARE swans, I have determined :)

Edited at 2009-03-05 04:46 pm (UTC)

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