for this softly foggy Easter morning,
though angry squirrels squawk at me
when I cast out crumbs of bread for them.
I know that those crocuses blooming
in the furthest corner of our yard,
apart from our garden,
were replanted
years ago
by tiny
paws.
Jays with their brash flashes of blue
spy the flock of dapper gray and white juncos
their bright yellow beaks finding the
first fresh food of spring after the rain.
The Blues mingle among them,
strut and flutter, nab a snack,
wings wide whisk to a higher vantage . . .
sated, unmoved, the juncos move on.
scrimmed distant trees softened the kingfishers' flight
paired across the thawed pond
. . . waiting for bare branches to bear delicate leaves
for fluctuating ice to become “Ice Out!”
for shy shaded snows to boldly embrace the sun’s rays
for barren nests to beckon back nesters
for clinging rime, seedless flower heads, and decomposition to be done
and the warming glow
of red catkins drooping over the open water
and early red honeysuckle leaves on the arbor
to welcome home Spring.
Many of these have new carved dollar-store eraser stamps.
I went on a carving binge!
Eight cards again - some took double mini-sessions (glue drying or stitching) because I limited myself to 5-10 minutes - seriously!
Here are the first eight days of my project.
(Tip: You can click on the pix to see details.)
I've been printing out little sets of writing and art prompts for several years -- then NOT USING THEM. So I decided that I will try them out randomly for 100 days. I am using half of a 3"x5" index card each day.
Here is my compact set up:
Here are the first 8 days' cards. Some awful and some interesting:
"croci" is too piercing for this softly foggy Easter morning, though angry squirrels squawk at me when I cast out crumbs of bread...
