Did you know that every month is dedicated to a smattering of things? According to Wikipedia’s “List of commemorative months” April is: Child Abuse Prevention Month, Financial Literacy Month (because of tax day?), National Multiple Birth Awareness Month, Autism Awareness Month, School Library Month, Month of the Military Child, Earth Awareness Month (happy belated Earth Day!), and Math Awareness Month (ugh) among several others. The only one I was aware of, however, is National Poetry Month!
April is a great time to write and read poetry. It is a time of hopeful waiting. Winter is over, right? Wrong says that one blizzard that waited until all of the snow had almost melted. Gardeners and farmers are eager to work the soil, but it is too saturated and needs time to wake up. April is the time of the year when I really, really, really (really) want to sit on the ground, outside without anything between myself and the ground (well, maybe some jeans); alas, we must wait for everything to dry out. So, we might as well write something, yeah?
I do not consider myself a true poet. However, a few times per year my poetic juices are stirred. Recently, my muse came as a cute little lady dressed like a pollywog!
Ava in her Warm Frog Suit. Our little tadpole!
Some greening is happening … blossoms are showing … and this weekend it will be snowing. Yes we are to have several days of snow so no planting for me yet, need some hoop gardens or a greenhouse to plant this early in my area. Love your beautiful pic’s, especially Ava, what a joy!!!
Yay for Green! I’ve seen a lot of low tunnels and hoops going up over the last week around here. Those season extenders are definitely a necessity in these northern climes. Maybe it’s time to wake up your inner poet? Good luck with the snow!
This is my favorite poem about seasons. I wrote it once in the dead of winter. It makes me smile.
A favorite season?
Well, let me see…
This is what they mean to me.
I love Winter when it’s snowy and cold
I love Spring when the flowers unfold.
I love the Summer sun that warms my skin,
And I love Fall when the holidays begin.
So to pick a favorite I am perplexed,
My answer must be,
The one that comes next!
Love this poem! Thank you so much for sharing with us!
Alexandra, I love your poems! I am also a fan of Robert Frost, and I am not a fan of mud season. [I lived in NH for 12 years.] I can totally relate to wearing mud boots for March and April to get up and down my logging road driveway. It is a sign of Spring, however, and so it is positive in that respect.
Your baby is soooo precious! As always, I enjoy your blog.
Thanks for your kind words and words of wisdom, Pam! As always, I love your replies–they make me reflect and be happy!
Dare I say this?! It was in the high eighties here in Central California….sigh. But has cooled to the 70’s again. I cleaned the planters, plowed the garden, plowed another spot for organic corn and surveyed the trees that need pruning…..that was around my full time job…oh my! So with that here is my amature contribution to poetry month:
Spring, spring I love thy green,
The bountiful blue sky, the bright sun in my eye,
Your fickleness of warmth and chill,
Oh spring, spring thou art a thrill!
Yes! This is great. Thank you so much for sharing. Spring is fickle, isn’t it? That’s part of the allure, I guess. You have now proven yourself as a working woman, dedicated gardener/farmer and now a poet. You are a woman of many hats, wear them proudly!
Your description of Alaskan springs, sound much like my spring here in Maine. Mud and waiting… But at least the snow is gone, the sun is warm and the skies are very blue. My home sits on a river bank, and I have not heard the peepers yet, but I have been able to crack the window at night and listen to the river rushing by. Trees will soon be green again, the river fairies promise.
Thank you for all the sharing you do through your blog, I look forward to reading it very much. Ava is one lucky little girl, having you for a Mom.