31 Jan 2009, 5:10pm
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transformation

SPRING IS COMING
my friends
and my heart is swelling in anticipation!

look what i found!

does anyone know what kind of tree this is? it is maybe the cheeriest living thing i have ever seen in january and i want one in my future garden.

and!

i was so excited and shocked and pleasantly awed to see these things today. oh yes, time passes, oh yes, the seasons, right. i have been posting a lot of photos here lately and not a lot of anything else because i have been Waiting. you know, like dr. suess says:

…a most useless place.

The Waiting Place… for people just waiting.

Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite or waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone is just waiting.

No! That’s not for you!

or like tom robbins says:

…the Unhappy Waiters and Killers of Time. Oh God, there are so many of them in our land! Students who can’t be happy until they’ve graduated, servicemen who can’t be happy until they’re discharged, single folks who can’t be happy until they’re married, workers who can’t be happy until they’re retired, adolecents who aren’t happy until they’re grown, ill people who aren’t happy until they’re well, failures who can’t be happy until they succeed, restless who can’t be happy until they get out of town; and, in most cases, vice versa, people waiting, waiting for the world to begin.

no. no. not for me. it’s a mindset thing. today is beautiful and spring is coming. yesterday after dark i biked across town to an old church to see a play with a friend. on the way there, i chatted with another cyclist who happened to be going the same direction about the route and the traffic and the sheer pleasure of biking in the cold glorious night. the play (inviting desire, part of the fertile ground festival) was sexy and well done and engaging and thoroughly enjoyable. afterwards i biked maybe a dozen blocks to my parents’ house and stayed the night there ’cause my mom and i already had plans to get breakfast together this morning. we ended up walking around all morning.

had a great breakfast. wandered into the goodwill a block away and i found the most amazing(ly ridiculous) dress. it is the exact same color as my hair, satin-y bodice, crazy knee-length tulle skirt. i am paying as much as it cost me to get it dry-cleaned, but i am sure that it is impossible to be in a bad mood while wearing this dress. forget an “occasion” to wear it; i’ll throw it on over jeans and rock it.

here’s a picture of my mom and me in our matching hats (my mom made me one for xmas after i threatened to steal hers; they are super warm and soft and cozy)–

and here, some (more) photos from my glorious ride home this afternoon (lots of cats today!)–

(pigs fly; ya got no excuse)

The yellow flowers are witchhazel. The pink are probably ornamental plum.

Love you,
Mom

thanks mom!

I have been waiting for the end of January since, like, October. January is the coldest month in DC, on average, so it only gets springier from here!

Also, your mom looks so like you! That is wonderful.

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