Wednesday, May 12, 2010
If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze
that it made you want to throw
open all the windows in the house
and unlatch the door to the canary's cage,
indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,
a day when the cool brick paths
and the garden bursting with peonies
seemed so etched in sunlight
that you felt like taking
a hammer to the glass paperweight
on the living room end table,
releasing the inhabitants
from their snow-covered cottage
so they could walk out,
holding hands and squinting
into this larger dome of blue and white,
well, today is just that kind of day.
We've had a string of these kind of spring days where it's hard to take in everything that's blooming. The other night my little brother came by after work with bundles of the loveliest peonies for me and my girls. That is just the sort of little brother he is.
Ella wanted to put hers right by the Klimt canvas. When Josh gave me the picture a few years ago Ella immediately said it was she and I which made me love it all the more. And in the listening corner for this perfect May day this and this.