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Saturday, April 25, 2009

In this part of the world, where a long, slow, cool turning of the seasons is often the case, the kind of weather that has taken hold here in the last couple of days is beyond blissful, approaching orgasmic. Yesterday brought, essentially, the year's first shot of summertime conditions, and my bod liked it just fine. T-shirt, jeans, bare feet. Birds everywhere making happy noise, carrying on as if on a nitrous oxide binge. Greenery beginning to poke out everywhere. The insect world waking up (in benign ways, so far). Over the course of the last few days, I've seen lightning bugs everywhere -- not putting on a nighttime show yet, just hanging around warm surfaces, moving sluggishly. Acting like I do when waking up, basically.

And yesterday afternoon, as I walked down the driveway, I noticed a sizeable collection of honeybees, flying in circles just about the surface of the large gravel apron near the garage. I stepped into the middle of all that activity, they cleared away from my feet. I stood still, after a minute they seemed to forget I was there, moved back into the space, flew all around my feet. The way wading into a river or stream will make minnows clear away -- stand still for a minute, they seem to forget there's any danger then slowly return.

Yesterday morning, a clear-out dumpster was delivered, left planted on the drive in front of one of the garage doors. I pulled on gloves, dragged out the wheelbarrow, began clearing away the last of the trash left by the previous owners in garage and barn. The weather so sweet my bod didn't mind hauling trash at all. When done with that, I found myself grabbing pruning tools, clearing sticker bushes from the slope that slants down the hill from the drive. The kind of work I loathed when forced to do it as a kid by the family slavedrivers 'rents -- yesterday, the work provided one more good reason to be outside in all that weather perfection, I found myself laboring away with no resentment whatsoever, feeling all adult and productive and content. Amazing.

It felt just fine to see rubbish accumulating in the dumpster, space opening up in various places as a result.

If the kind people in the weather biz aren't jerking our collective chains, today may be even warmer. Perfect for continuing the purge, for pruning back bushes, for sitting on the stoop reading.

Mmmm, springtime....

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This morning, far too early:




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BURBANK SHRUGGED,
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