Oh, it's really Almost Done now.
But first, with the sun shining yesterday and more snow melting, how about a walk in the woods with friends? Down by the stream where birch-bark canoes are made and raced, and everyone (or at least those brave and adventure-seeking souls under the age of twelve) can take their first-of-the-season, wild and wonderful walk in the cold, fresh April stream.
Yesterday, feeling so awake with the fresh air of spring, I was reminded of a favorite Mary Oliver poem, "Such Singing in the Wild Branches" (from Owls and Other Fantasies). The last few lines (though, I hope you can read it in its entirety somewhere) for you this morning...
"Listen, everyone has a chance.
Is it spring, is it morning?
Are there trees near you,
and does your own soul need comforting?
Quick, then - open the door and fly on your heavy feet; the song
may already be drifting away."
Oh yes...these days are so good.
