The animals and annals of Easter

Easter's weather hasn't yet turned to sunshine or blue skies. Fortunately, thanks to awesome efforts by the Daughter Person and the Better Half, who jointly enticed the Easter Bunny in for a visit, our house holds a multitude of Easter goodies. No baskets except for the chocolate bird's nest holding some Easter eggs. Since the eggs are in plain view, we don't have to hunt and gather them today! We wish a Happy Easter to those who celebrate it, a belated Ostara to any pagans reading this, and an In Memoriam to those who remember the Easter Uprising.

Easter bird house, looking North

Photo by J. Harrington

Easter bird house, looking South

Photo by J. Harrington

Yesterday afternoon, while walking the dog near our local pond, I noticed a pair of Canada geese resting near the rushes. After the dog and I returned home, and she was fed, I took my camera and headed back to the pond and, hopefully, the geese. They were still there and I got some satisfying pictures. I also managed to spook them. As they left, I thought of souls ascending to heaven and then, after a long journey, returning to earth.

relaxed and at ease

Photo by J. Harrington

on alert

Photo by J. Harrington

and away to the heavens

Photo by J. Harrington

The Geese

By Jane Mead

slicing this frozen sky know

where they are going—

and want to get there.

Their call, both strange

and familiar, calls

to the strange and familiar

heart, and the landscape

becomes the landscape

of being, which becomes

the bright silos and snowy

fields over which the nuanced

and muscular geese

are calling—while time

and the heart take measure.

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