My oldest daughter attended preschool for a year on the second floor of a Unitarian Church in a little village on a pristine glacial lake. The village is heavy on the white clapboard quaintness. To get to the town, we drove through acres of farm fields. In May, the fields gleamed with dandelion gold. The merry month of May: bumblebees and blossoms. Revel on…
My daughters visited me yesterday at Dartmouth, a repeat that’s become bizarrely routine — a repeated I’m determined to break. They came bearing gifts of peonies and good cheer. Sunday, we wandered through the wide and mostly empty halls. The hospital is designed to pour natural light into the building, and the sunny afternoon showed its success. We admired the blooming crabapples and wandered through garden courtyards. I gathered more reading material.
I rarely post photos of myself, but here’s me, in my daughter’s sweatshirt, in a photo snapped in an elevator. Dandelion from the youngest tucked into my zipper.
The First Green of Spring
Out walking in the swamp picking cowslip, marsh marigold,
this sweet first green of spring. Now sautéed in a pan melting
to a deeper green than ever they were alive, this green, this life,harbinger of things to come. Now we sit at the table munching
on this message from the dawn which says we and the world
are alive again today, and this is the world’s birthday. Andeven though we know we are growing old, we are dying, we
will never be young again, we also know we’re still right here
now, today, and, my oh my! don’t these greens taste good.~ David Budbill
Stony Soil Vermont 
Yes, the greens do taste good. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks for sharing that wonderful poem with us. To your swift and continuing recovery.
Thank you!
There is so much joy here! Thank you for sharing it with us.
So happy you see the joy here!
I do, and you inspire me to find joy in days when it feels impossible
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Yes! I will be repeating that line to myself today – “don’t these greens taste good.”Thank you Brett Ann Millicent Flakehttp://www.maflake.com 706-260-8665
Thanks to the late amazing David Budbill.
Yes, today is today and once again your positive words and strength shine.
Thank you. So good to see you on the streets of Hardwick last week
and so shocked that you were back to hospital and hope return home soon.
So nice to see you, too. Here’s hoping this is last stay and I’ll be home for the remaining spring and summer. Sending my wishes to you and Carol as you show up and speak out.
Thank you for sharing the lovely poem, Brett. You are strong and beautiful and good health will be yours once again.
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A huge YES to Pleasant Street’s comment!!
And such a beautiful picture! 💗🌱🌸
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What a wonderful poem about being present in the moment.
Glad you spent Mother’s Day with your daughters.
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🪻🦋🌱 and so much more!
👩🌾indeed!
You have great determination in your eyes, and a great approach to your companion, the budding spring. Thanks for the David Budbill too.
David Budbill is the best — and thank you for this kind comment.