Month: March 2013 (Page 2 of 2)

Ill from Valentine’s Day to March;
Breathing, standing up, tying shoes
induces cough,
cough
cough.

Ambition restored, coughing suppressed.
Let’s go!

Sore throat
the day before Valentine’s Day.
Our trip planned, a forgotten piece,
Turn around before halfway.
Morning, awake, worse.
Relaunch vacation, drive in sunshine
South, east, north, then west.
In bed at the Inn; everyone else skis.
Sniffle, sniffle, cough, cough.
Finally well in March.

Light
morning fog

hinting sunshine.

Geese and swan songs overhead

 during migration,

frog songs, chirping
forest birds, mallards pairing on all bodies of water,

permanent or
seasonal.

 Walking pace slows

 face toward the warmth.

 No gloves! Spring fever!

Winter lurks
around the corner

Of the
calendar.

Tuesday’s site visit to an illegal junkyard included a friendly encounter with the owner and his junkyard goat “Boris” and dog “Dexter”.  They play more than guard.  Boris likes to butt and to discourage him you need a weapon: clipboard, file, board.  Conversation difficult – en guard!

March  3^rd was a rare sunshiney warm day
in a long, gray winter. In the morning I rode my bike in frosty temperatures, moving
fingers to keep warm.  By afternoon frogs
were singing, spring birds chirping.  I
wore sunglasses and one less pair of wool socks.

Yesterday was our last day of teaching skiing at Snoqualmie
Pass.  Seven weeks of 6 and 7 year old children.  We survived, barely some days.  Other days were fun and satisfying, like when
our never-evers (never skied before) skied well enough to ride the chair lift.

Some of my inspiring friends post a number of words according to their age.  Ideally one would start on a birthday.  I am between birthdays and who am I to keep back the written word when it wants out?  There, my first post with forty-six words.