Marching in Spring


Over the weekend of March 8th the weather hit sunny and 55. The midwesterners were going crazy with short sleeves and open window. Spring is trying to worm her way into a daily appearance. We kicked off the weekend with a no-cook dinner nosh plate. Thanks K. Nags for her inspired idea. This mama was off her feet by 6:30 pm and spent time wrapping up the oldest book on my The Unread Shelf: Eggs by Jerry Spinelli. The happiest hour: 3 glasses of red wine on the couch.

Sitting in my house, I wondered about the projects and to do lists; dusty windows and leaf filled front porch. No time for the too lazy because in this house, March starts with an important event: my husband's birthday.

I'm not an easy person to love and he's not an easy person to love and together we make a stubborn couple who loves fiercely out of tough and bitter younger years. My Daniel is the best of of me: steady and helpful and kind and sure. He is cornerstone of this house.

Modern Ode to Daniel

He can back up a trailer
or
hang a curtain rod
or picture frame
or
siding
or a new window.
       He can back me up with a steady hand.

He can dig a hole for a fence post
or a
tree
or a retaining wall.
    He can dig a good time with us.

He can steer a boat
or a snowmobile
or a car
or a truck
     He can steer us into a safe harbor.

He can push the snow
or the
gravel
or the sand.
   He can push me to be better.

He can move a fridge or a dresser or
a washing machine.
     He can move me with one outstretched hand.

He can ponytail hair
or
build a lego castle
or
chase a runaway bike
or
toast a tea party
or
dry a tear.
    He can father with grace and meg.

 
What did I do? We rooted ourselves by planting seeds as a reminder that winter is closer to being over. We celebrated the bedrock of this house by gathering our neighborhood friends and toasting another great year.
   


What did I learn? I am in wonder of this husband. He weathers the good and the bad. I never knew much about love till him. Humming along with Joni Mitchell's "Both Sides", I'm reminded that the I've looked at life from both sides now and it's life's illusions that I recall. I really don't know life at all.

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