March 21, 2022
The Vernal Equinox
March 21st, 2022
Good Morning Folks,
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
whistles far and wee……"
So begins the classic poem of the season by e. e. cummings with its images of children, flowers and a goat-footed balloonman. Today, it finally is spring with…all of its newness, its promises, its light and its hope. Spring restores balance to our lives with equal amounts of light and dark…hence, the "vernal equinox".
This also marks two years since the beginning of the shut down of the world. The great pandemic of 2020 seems to be winding down and, perhaps, our lives can once again find a return to some kind of "balance". Yet deep down I feel that there is no more normal. Many people have really reinvented themselves during these past two years. Hopefully we all have gained experience during the time we had to introspect. We have seen folks change jobs, take up new hobbies, re-access relationships and relocate to other parts of the country. Time will tell whether what we learned from the pandemic will be put to use to change ourselves and our society to a more livable and equitable world. I am patiently awaiting…
Saturday was the feast of Saint Joseph, a sure sign of spring. I made these classic breads and delivered them to all the members of my family.
The streams are flowing ….filling up the lake and moving the ice through the outlet…it’s spring!
I saw this sign on a newly expanded trail on Sugar Creek, at the outlet for Keuka Lake in Branchport.
Julie in Den Hague exactly two years ago ….we hope to be back there in a month.