I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
~ Pablo Neruda
There are some sweet signals that spring is coming our way- bulbs beginning to grow, swelling of buds on some shrubs, nettles growing with their dark green still soft leaves and grass growing with that fresh green color that gives you hope. The Hellebore win the honor of being the first blooms of the season. Right around Candlemas, the hennies began to lay eggs again. Hurrah!
The weather has been fine here for several days and I have been working on a new and improved composting area. It occurred to me that my neighbor has two horses that can supply me with free manure with which to make some very fine compost. After getting the book The Complete Compost Gardening Guide out of the library, I decided it was so good that I would buy a copy. It has wonderful and easy ideas of making and using compost. I plan to try vermicomposting again- I just found a local vermiculture business!
And, finally, because Neruda is so lusty- so full of the spirit of spring- another poem:
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.