Well, that’s the only flower I could find in my garden today, but it’s 73 degrees out, and soon, things will be busting out all over! I took a group of kindergarteners to collect maple sap from the trees, and the spout on the south side of the tree refused to give any. The north side was flowing slowly, enough for each kid to taste a drip. Buds are opening, and sap’s first priority is way over the heads of the little kids.
Tomorrow, we plan to spend the day outside. We actually have job interviews at a living history museum called Old World Wisconsin. Their season starts in May, and their exhibits are 19th century homesteads featuring working farms, home crafts, and costumed interpreters (please pick me!). I would love to work and learn and get paid there! With Steve, too! But I can’t count my chickens before they’re hatched. In any event, it’ll be lovely visiting the site and camping out the rest of the day somewhere in this gorgeous weather.
I think of all the tiny, tender green shoots pushing up through the dead leaf litter, and the words of a song pop into my head: “Up from the ashes grow the roses of success.” Now where did that come from? Oh, “Chitty Chitty Bang Bang”, the movie musical. Based on the book by Ian Fleming, no less. A corny video of a bunch of crackpot inventors is available, but I’m not going to include it. I do like to rejoice in the hopeful and positive example of nature. Life goes on. Death is part of it, but not the whole. Green sprouts are a lot more sturdy and virile than they look. All will be well. And maybe I’ll be re-employed soon!