Last year’s nests attest to the skill of their creators.
Many withstand harsh winters &,
like us 70-year olds in Yoga Barre class,
don’t look the worse for the wear:
the Red-eyed vireo’s tidy, hanging cup w/ birch bark & wasp paper,
the Robin’s mud-liner rough jumble of exterior twigs & bark, & this?
Goldfinch? Solid,neat, plant fiber build w/ thistle down lining,
its base on a branch, & poop on the nest edge!*
* I’m not really certain this is a Goldfinch nest, but I think Carduelis Tristan is the only open-nesting songbird that does the let-the-feces-stay-on-the-doorstep thing. I wonder what they think of people who don’t heed the pick up after your dog signs?
Eloquent & sturdy kids are signs of hope.
A renewed energy for the moral & physical health of our country.
We need signs, just like the 1st Peoples who breathed a sigh of relief
when they heard Wood Frogs quack-quacking,
watched Mourning Cloaks flutter out from under the loose bark of the Hickory,
spied the bright red & yellow epaulets of returning Redwing Blackbirds:
signals that a tough winter was over.
Me at college?
Knee Socks. Brown, patterned, chunky or acrylic stretch;
they went w/ my high school-era Bermuda’s, penny loafers,
matching beret & Pendleton plaid jacket,
maybe layered w/ an orange turtle neck; the outfit completed
w/ a green, pull tie school bag from the 50’s hung over my shoulder.
Yes, I had short dresses & short hair & minimal underwear
like all girls in the 60’s, but I loved those socks.