Friday, March 24, 2006, at 3:05 in the morning. Just in from a 30 minute stroll around the neighborhood, watching the snow fall and taking in the night life. I found myself being followed by a curious kitten, and thought for a bit I might add another member to the growing crowd that visits my porch looking for handouts. However, this kitty had other appointments to keep, or perhaps just grew tired of stalking me. I really should be in bed, and instead here I sit tap-tap-tapping away at the urging of another blogger. Not that I needed much motivation, as I have had the idea for years that a diary of some sort would be a good idea. I must keep reminding myself that this entry is limited to 25,000 characters. My goodness, how can I possibly operate within that constraint?
It is a nice morning for a walk, and although with the snow coming down it does not feel terribly spring-like, much of this season just past did not feel very winter-like. Nevertheless, I hunger for sunshine and warmth and green grass. I want to go outside wearing a t-shirt, and do yard work. Hear the buzz of lawn mowers. I want to ride my bicycles and motorcycles and not have people think I am out of my mind for so doing. The plants do seem to be aware of the vernal equinox, as I have crocuses coming up in the yard, and a maple next to the house has sap flowing so heavily it was dripping out of a broken branch. I collected some and had a drink of maple sap today, something I have not done in years.
Okay, it is time to head on upstairs and crawl under the covers. A peek out the window has revealed that the snow has let up. Perhaps I will roll the motorcycle out today. We shall see!
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