|did you know grosbeaks like grape jelly?|
Photo by J. Harrington
A male Baltimore oriole (and maybe a female) has been seen at the grape jelly feeder. Most of the prior tasters had been male rose-breasted grosbeaks. Ruby-throated hummingbirds are regularly stopping at the feeders in front and behind the house. A male turkey was strutting and displaying this morning in the field about 150 yards West of the house. Neighborhood fruit trees and lilac bushes have developed magnificent flowering. More and more dandelion blossoms are appearing daily, sometimes, it seems, hourly.
|bull snake sunning, mid-May 2014|
Photo by J. Harrington
So far we haven't seen any reptiles warming themselves on local roads, but we did notice a number of barn swallows nesting under the eaves of a local Family Pathways store when we swung by to make a donation this morning. They were almost as thick as Minnesota's state bird, the mosquito, which, thankfully, haven't yet hatched in numbers. All in all, Spring is getting more and more colorful by the day.
Colors passing through us
By Marge Piercy
Purple as tulips in May, mauveinto lush velvet, purpleas the stain blackberries leaveon the lips, on the hands,the purple of ripe grapessunlit and warm as flesh.Every day I will give you a color,like a new flower in a bud vaseon your desk. Every dayI will paint you, as womencolor each other with hennaon hands and on feet.Red as henna, as cinnamon,as coals after the fire is banked,the cardinal in the feeder,the roses tumbling on the arbortheir weight bending the woodthe red of the syrup I make from petals.Orange as the perfumed fruithanging their globes on the glossy tree,orange as pumpkins in the field,orange as butterflyweed and the monarchswho come to eat it, orange as mycat running lithe through the high grass.Yellow as a goat’s wise and wicked eyes,yellow as a hill of daffodils,yellow as dandelions by the highway,yellow as butter and egg yolks,yellow as a school bus stopping you,yellow as a slicker in a downpour.Here is my bouquet, here is a singsong of all the things you makeme think of, here is obliquepraise for the height and depthof you and the width too.Here is my box of new crayons at your feet.Green as mint jelly, greenas a frog on a lily pad twanging,the green of cos lettuce uprightabout to bolt into opulent towers,green as Grand Chartreuse in a clearglass, green as wine bottles.Blue as cornflowers, delphiniums,bachelors’ buttons. Blue as Roquefort,blue as Saga. Blue as still water.Blue as the eyes of a Siamese cat.Blue as shadows on new snow, as a springazure sipping from a puddle on the blacktop.Cobalt as the midnight skywhen day has gone without a traceand we lie in each other’s armseyes shut and fingers openand all the colors of the worldpass through our bodies like strings of fire.
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Please be kind to each other while you can.