pira

....I know exactly how Ryu feels.

I was walking for coffee this morning ~ but a bit later than usual, with the sun already above the yard arm ~ casting a pale light on the salt-washed sidewalks & grit encrusted asphalt. I stared at the grassy medians (or whatever that strip of greenery between the sidewalk and road is called), an endless parade of dead or dorment vegetation, mud and odd bits of stray recycling detriss, that fell out of bins during the winter pick-ups, and I could only think was: I hope is snows again soon.

It's the fugly time of year.

In the autumn at least, the plants & gardens hold their form ~ like skeletons of flowers past, the dried grasses and twigs lend the landscape a fascinating aesthetic as they wave in the wind or support new snow. They distract you from the overcast skies and cold precipitation, your eyes settling well above the mud they sprout from.

Early Spring is different ~ still months from the moment that plants will start nosing their way out of the ground and buds begin swelling on branches ~ the dry husks of last years' growth are now beaten into submission by heavy snows, and what you are left with is nothing to distract the eye but clumps of frozen earth and candy wrappers.

It's no wonder I have a kink in my neck today. I spent the walk home from my son's school with my eyes directed upward, enjoying the shapes and angles of tree branches sillouetted against a brilliant blue of a cold February sky.

Snow would be nice. Not to much mind you, just enough to cover-up the depressing grubbiness of it all, until Mother Nature hits the Re-start button on Spring.

....even in Dollyworld.

Kulta has had his chance and is too clueless for his own good. Not that I have any idea what the effects of Spring like weather might have on a Elf female....or a few glasses of Burgundy for that matter ...


















( Tuuli has had enough )