Friday, March 20, 2009

What Hope Looks Like From Here

It's the first day of Spring and although I enjoyed this winter quite a bit, I'm not sorry to see it go. Longer days, hints of green poking up through brown leftover ick and "come hither" bird songs make it seem like just one more day and it'll really happen. Spring will be sprung: lilacs will bloom heavy and fragrant, their branches will bend down toward the ground when rains come and soak the delicate petals. Daffodils will nod cheerfully on hillsides that just yesterday seemed covered forever in snow, ice, sand and salt. My eyes will be astonished that they forgot, once again, what green really looks like. This is what hope looks like in New England at the end of March:

This glacier is mostly fallout from the upstairs roof. It's a deep, solid, impenetrable fortress of winter. I'm going to mark down the date it's finally all melted. Anyone wanna put in a bet?

Looks like it's time to open the backyard compost dump pile for business! Hooray!

Now there's some serious hope.

Pussy Willows

Lilacs. It'll still be another, oh....month and a half until these buds do their beautiful thing.

But first, we must be patient through the fifth and most unwelcome season:

Unfortunately, the town "fixed" this road since I was on it yesterday so my picture doesn't do full justice to how bad it was. Yesterday it was like something college girls would use for a mud wrestling match in a bad Revenge of the Nerds kind of movie. The mud and ruts were so deep and sloppy that it was nearly impassable. I guess a milk truck got stuck a little further down the road earlier this week.

I know that most of you who bother to look at my blog live in New England or at least the Northeast. You're probably nodding your heads and agreeing with me that this is, indeed, what hope looks like on the first day of Spring in New England. I'm not sure someone from away would see it the same.

Feeling hopeful is grand.


  1. What does spring look like in Philly, Johnny B? We're pondering an early June Devotchka show at the Mann Center.

  2. Hey Jen! I've been away from the internet a few days, so I haven't been able to respond.

    I'll wager another artist recommendation that the ice from your roof will be gone in about five weeks, so that's the end of April. I'm probably way off, so I'll pay up now. I noticed you liked the movie Amélie. You might want to check out Yann Tiersen; he did the entire score.

    I'm glad you liked The Blue Notebook; I fell asleep to that album the other night. My favorite is Written on the Sky, which is sort of the piano version of The Nature of Daylight. Very touching.

    I am not familiar with DeVotchka, but I remember enjoying the song Nantes by Beirut a few months back.

    Hope looks pretty much the same down here in Connecticut, and indeed it is grand.

  3. Jordan,

    I'll mark down your bet for the end of April and let you know the results.

    I remember enjoying the music from Amelie but I don't own any of it. I'll have to check it out.

  4. Jen,

    Talk about being way off! It's funny though because I just read last night on bbc news about an antarctic bridge cracking due to climate change. I forgot to integrate the effects of global warming into my calculation!

    Oh by the way, I found another film that contains a piece from Erik Satie called My Dinner With Andre. It's pretty slow-paced, but I think you might like it. There's also Mindwalk.