spring, we are ready for you
February When skies are low and days are dark and frost bites like a hungry shark, when mufflers muffle ears and nose, and puffy sparrows huddle close-- how nice to know that February is something purely temporary. --N.M. Bodecker The trail that Fr. G and I normally walk on has been covered for the last month, and we are missing our walking dates by the reservoir. When I drive past the water there, the sun (when it deigns to shine) flashes on a white expanse of snow and ice. Ferry service has been suspended on the Hudson. Roads are narrower from all the plowed piles. In the grocery store parking lot, covered ten feet of snow, a back hoe was loading the snow into a machine to melt it . I'd never seen that before. We are ready for a little green, and I'd even welcome the dead brown grass just now! I do like February, truly. ...
