March 3, 2024

Thoughts on April:

The reversal of expectations; grey winds with rain smatterings clash around the edge of the house while the porch chimes rage in metal fury. It’s April! It’s April! The chimes are upset. They try flying separate of each other but this gale forces them together. Their pipes, smashed into each other, are now hopelessly tangled up in black string. I consider them; these helpless chime children. This will require a ladder, stretching and pulling and a lengthy time sitting on the couch carefully unwinding each black twine, silver pipe and wooden weight. Not today.

I go back into the house and standing in the warm kitchen, I consider strawberries and a croissant; a medium coffee…lighter breakfast fare as it is April, after all. It’s April!

I hear the roar of the wind, watch the massacre of rain all over the windows. The birds fly slightly sideways in the air. No strawberries and sunlight. It’s time for a breakfast re-group…hot buttered garlic toast, dark chocolate coffee, the kind which places a wild ‘ping’ in your head and a lurch in one’s chest; laced with thick cream.

Fruit and sunshine can wait. I’m back in the throes of autumn; amber and butter and lux and gold; cheese and bisque and the heavier spoons…