Guest Post by Adrian Eve Revenaugh, Alaskan homesteader (and my big sister).
Meet Adrian...my big sister. This is her latest post on her blog,The Fair Light Review
I marvel at the trees so heavily endowed with cone there's no way for them to stand up to all that potential. Hemlock, spruce and the scattered patches of pine droop toward the ground. From a distance the entire forest appears to be rusted over.
Thousands of little siskins spent the winter filling the airwaves with music and activity. They're joined this week with the return of thrush and robin.
This morning, I'm filling seedling containers with our home grown starter mix and though I wake to a fresh skiff of ice, rain, or snow each morning, the late afternoons peak around 60°. The joy of new beginnings never fails to offer that sorely needed jolt, "Pick it up, Girl! There's a lot more living to do."
This year many peers from our community took quick and permanent departure. My friend, Garrison Keillor said, about writing eulogies, something like, "if I start now where would I quit?" Daily I walk with mental recitations of the good times spent in and around these valley residents who've died.
It helps considerably that I'm married to the idea of new starts being hatched from rich, old material, including break-up come spring. My winter bridge across the Klehini gave way around midnight. The rush of water soaked snow and ice suddenly running free, filled the night air with green sweetness.
Happy spring, Adrian!