good day. bad day.
bad day. good day.
it’s all in your a sense of perspective.
Here are some random thoughts and photos of our “Spring Day with Dandelions” Emoti-Photoshoot.
- Hold a dandelion below her chin, and if you can see a yellow reflection upon the skin, she is fond of butter. Or, if it shines a gold circle under her chin, she is telling the truth.
- Legend has it that the tallest dandelion stalk a child can find in the early spring will show how much taller she will grow in the coming year. Queen Mariposa Emotikin (now 16″) will grow four more inches.
- Reserving a section of your yard for native flowering plants and for weeds like dandelion, nettle, and milkweed should also be added somewhere nearby to help guarantee a good variety of butterflies.
- According to this live Butterfly Migration Map, monarchs are moving north but have not been spotted in Colorado yet. Clearly, they don’t know about the MonarchEkin variety. What kind of emoti-caterpillar becomes an Monarchikin butterfly?
- It’s nice to have a girl play date. Thanks Crystal and Ivy for playing along. Creativity cubed!
The best thing about dandelions is that they bloom into magic-wish wands.
St Francis Farm, April 9, 2002, Palisade, Colorado. Witnessing our first full spring of blossoms as orchardists. Cherries, apricots, pears, plums. Bees yet to kiss blossoms. Bushels yet to be bountiful. Anticipation. Spring. Nostalgia for eight years past. Before time passed. Happy memories. Mind’s eye smelling blossoms.
Today’s garden lacks blooming trees. Tree gift certificate from our winter wedding still waiting to be redeemed. Plant pink blossoms? Soon.
Color for a Cloudy Day
No leaf buds yet on the swamp oak. Intermittent-only blue sky on a spring Saturday. 50 percent off pink, yellow, blue, green tags at the ARC. Nylon scarves in seven hues, 50% off. Thrify solution to a cloudy day. Make scarf-blossoms for the Emotikin family tree. Make a rainbow toga for a Goddess. Make color count.
Now it’s easier to believe Spring is coming.
Today was the day I thought was the equinox, where at 10am Mtn time, Spring would begin with a day equally balanced. I celebrated with Terry over our first lunchtime picnic of the year, 65 degrees of sun warming bare feet, shoes kicked off, laying back on the Mexican blankets (damp from melted weekend snow). We ate peanut butter & honey on thick white bread from Heidi’s Deli—drenched so it felt like eating honeycomb—and then PB&strawberryJam. It was the 2nd year we’ve been lunching in the old Louisville cemetary, surrounded by ghosts of couples from the 1800’s who danced, lived, ate and died together. Welcome to spring!
No emotikins were present, unfortunately. But if they were, you would have seen a bright sunny day, brown grass trying to be green, blue sky knowing it is turquoise, and a Red Delicious looking better than it tastes. (I think I will start a “Photos Not Taken” page with only word-pictures instead.)
Three years ago, I celebrated spring break with a sister’s vacation—a week in South Beach with Jenéne, a week before I knew I was going to get a new job at Sounds True. Here’s to Not Knowing, to wondering what was next, where I’d choose to be, and trusting that the Universe knew and I didn’t have to…yet. Here’s to the balance of days, light & dark, longer days on the way. (Tonight, Jenéne reminded me that the Spring Equinox was actually Saturday.)