Sunburn, ski trails so sticky my pro daughter face-planted on a downhill, melodious redwing blackbirds…. Vermont March in all its splendid, unpredictable messiness.
Whatever happens. Whatever
what is is is what
I want. Only that. But that.
— Galway Kinnell
Here’s a line from a children’s picture book — my younger daughter’s favorite — You must do something to make the world more beautiful.
Last evening, I overhead the girls planning to spread lupine seeds gleaned from the flowers blooming before our house. Maybe that thousand and one readings of Miss Rumphius sowed deep, or maybe spreading these blossoms is just instinctual, part of being alive.
Photo by Molly S.