It’s the eve of Valentine’s Day and the Ides of February [scroll down on the linked page]. Tomorrow is supposed to be rainy [½ an inch or more]. What kind of a mess do you think we’ll be faced with on Wednesday as temperatures drop back below freezing? Late winter and early spring in our North Country are as often full of problems as promises. This time the problem is we won’t get above freezing again until mid-day Saturday. Remember when studded tires were legal?
Two of the amaryllis that missed blooming for winter solstice have developed nice flower buds. It looks like they’ll be in bloom well before Easter, maybe by Ash Wednesday? Most of the tulips and hyacinths in the downstairs bulb garden are fading. Once the roads get de-iced, we may need to consider getting something to help us maintain a reason to believe until outside begins to bloom and green after it rethaws once, or twice, or thrice, or ??? more this season.
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Photo by J. Harrington
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I was reminded earlier today that T. S. Elliot wrote, in The Waste Land, that “April is the cruellist month,”. If he had lived in Minnesota during February and March, his famous poem may well have opened differently. This transitional season leaves me feeling like a piñata, getting hit by the weather each time I turn around.
On the brighter side, I’ve been enjoying more time to read and finally got around to looking through a couple of issues of american poets. The Fall-Winter 2021 issue has a wonderful Margaret Noodin poem I want to share today. As the poet wrote, nicely linking the poem with Black History Month:
“This poem was written after hearing Kwame Alexander and Rachel Martin talk about Martin Luther King Jr.’s speech ‘I Have a Dream’ which was inspired by Langston Hughes’ poem ‘I Dream a World.’ With all we’ve lost and learned this past year, and all that remains to be repaired, I thought perhaps we should all sit down and dream harder and more often with more clarity and infinite diversity.”
—Margaret Noodin
Nimbawaadaan akiing
I dream a worldatemagag biinaagami
of clean watergete-mitigoog
ancient treesgaye gwekaanimad
and changing winds.Nimbawaadaan akiing
I dream a worldizhi-mikwendamang
of ones who remembernandagikenindamang gaye
who seek the truth andmaamwidebwe’endamang waabang
believe in tomorrow together.Nimbawaadaan akiing
I dream a worldizhi-biimiskobideg giizhigong
where our path in the skywaabandamang naasaab
can be seen as clearly asgaa-izhi-niibawid wiijibemaadizid
the place where our neighbor once stood.
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