Wishing a happy day to all the Mothers out there and those who made them such. On the way home from a visit with our son, the Jeep was reporting air temperatures of 87℉. The rest of the week is forecast to be more seasonable. Unfortunately, these days the season includes wildfires and we’re under an air quality alert due to smoke from British Columbia fires that’s being brought in on the cold front that’s chilling the temps. At least no one is dropping bombs on or shooting artillery at US (yet).
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| Canada goose with goslings
Photo by J. Harrington
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The yard is beautified by lots of white violet blooms with dark centers. Lilacs have begun to blossom. Canada goose goslings and sandhill crane colts have been observed in the vicinity. Soon it will be time for does to drop their fawns and wild turkey poults to hatch. Mornings are not as full of birdsong as they were a week or two ago. Nature is doing her best to rejuvenate our biodiversity, with insufficient help from us.
What would it take to get humans to honor Mother Nature as much as many (most?) do their own mothers? When is it Mother Nature’s Day and what does that mean? We need her as much as we need our own mothers, don’t we?
The Raincoat
When the doctor suggested surgery
and a brace for all my youngest years,
my parents scrambled to take me
to massage therapy, deep tissue work,
osteopathy, and soon my crooked spine
unspooled a bit, I could breathe again,
and move more in a body unclouded
by pain. My mom would tell me to sing
songs to her the whole forty-five minute
drive to Middle Two Rock Road and forty-
five minutes back from physical therapy.
She’d say, even my voice sounded unfettered
by my spine afterward. So I sang and sang,
because I thought she liked it. I never
asked her what she gave up to drive me,
or how her day was before this chore. Today,
at her age, I was driving myself home from yet
another spine appointment, singing along
to some maudlin but solid song on the radio,
and I saw a mom take her raincoat off
and give it to her young daughter when
a storm took over the afternoon. My god,
I thought, my whole life I’ve been under her
raincoat thinking it was somehow a marvel
that I never got wet.
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Thanks for visiting. Come again when you can.
Please be kind to each other while you can.
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