… or they’re about to – sacks of mulch lie scattered about the boxwood and lirope, and two men with little black rakes are evening the ground in preparation for opening the sacks and raking some more.
I’m watching this from my office window on a cloudy but not too cold (first day of spring!) morning in Foggy Bottom. The gardening goes on in front of The President, a bland student residence with a grand name.
Wow. The sun’s up and way out already. The day’s suddenly not cloudy at all but robin egg blue without anything but blue – not a cloud in the sky.
Making my coatless way to the car (a silent teeny Prius with multiple computer screens) earlier this AM, I saw the daffodils bursting out of the lirope beds I stuck them in – and yesterday there was snow on the ground! But the aconites and snowdrops have been out for weeks – I’ve had to shoo the deer away from them.
I’m about to teach Charles Wright – his sad dusty unredeemed verses… But the mood at my office desk is light-hearted — La Kid comes back from Ireland today, the weather’s turning mild…
March 20th, 2014 at 4:21PM
Are you going to do a breakdown of one of his poems for us?
March 20th, 2014 at 6:52PM
Van: I analyze one of his poems here.