Sacred Spring

T. S. Eliot who famously wrote April is the cruelest month did not live in Vermont, where we have much crueler seasons. Like January.

Yesterday, on my way from work to a grant-writing workshop, I returned home and changed from a sundress to jeans and sweater (again), but the robins are under the trees, wrenching out live worms. Daffodils splash.

Take what goodness you can get: I hold this as a mantra of single motherhood, but that’s likely my own solipsism. Vermont spring, while inevitably snowy in places, is a ubiquitous joy.

The workshop was held on the second floor of a gorgeous community art center, where I admired the artwork and the particularly pleasant shade of lavender on the walls. Last year, I was knocked out in the final round of this competitive grant; this year, I partook liberally of their snacks and chocolate, a kind of boon.

In this State 14my daughter’s rock garden appears.

There are no unsacred places; there are only sacred places and desecrated places.

— Wendell Berry

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About Brett Ann Stanciu

A writer and sugarmaker, Brett Ann lives with her two daughters in stony soil Vermont. Her novel HIDDEN VIEW was published by Green Writers Press in the fall of 2015. Let my writing speak for itself.
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4 Responses to Sacred Spring

  1. Good morning. Pale moon this morning on the dog walk gave way to warm sun on my back as I returned home to the little village. Daffodils, greening fields, pussy willows, and—finally—forsythia! It’s hard not to love it after all the waiting. I hope your nights are awash in peeper song. Good for you on the grant workshop!

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  2. Yes to peepers! Crazy the other night. Couldn’t be a sweeter song…. Enjoy that forsythia 🙂

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  3. GranTorino says:

    Nice Wendell Berry quote. Thanks for selecting and sharing, as this nugget could have gotten lost in his voluminous works.

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  4. No lack of great Wendell Berry quotes — that’s for sure. The opening of the garden season always seems like an apt time to revisit this mighty writer and farmer. Glad you liked these lines!

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