It’s the pent up energy mounting, you can feel it. I went out early to grab a armload of firewood before breakfast and I caught a glimpse of it in the low light. The dam is ready to burst and Spring will swallow us up. There have been hints for weeks but now it is reaching a critical mass. Soon, very soon, it will be a tsunami of light green leaves, blossoms and fawns. All that!

Soon it will look like a different place, this winterscape will be forgotten. I remember times here on Vashon where at a totally familiar corner I will turn the wrong way because the new rush of foliage has confused me. Things just aren’t familiar anymore.

Yesterday I was out marking a half dozen trees that I need to take down for next year’s firewood with blue surveyor’s tale. Often I feel sad for the trees because now they are marked for doom. Yea, I can feel sad for a tree. But they are so in the moment that they don’t care. They live fully right up to the end when the deadly Oregon chain bites into them and they fall with a crash. At least that’s what it seems to me.

Catherine will be here in a moment to say the rosary and walk the trail. It seems like we will have a light shower now and then today but nothing serious. What was that thing they used to say about March, “In like a lamb out like a lion” or “In like a lion out like a lamb”?

sometimes confused loves, Felipé.