Just me rambling about birds, books, bunnies, or whatever!
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
"It happened I couldn't find in all my books more than a picture and a few words concerning the trout lily,
so I shut my eyes. And let the darkness come in and roll me back. The old creek
began to sing in my ears as it rolled along, like the hair of spring, and the young girl I used to be heard it also,
as she came swinging into the woods, truant from everything as usual except the clear globe of the day, and its beautiful details.
Then she stopped, where the first trout lilies of the year had sprung from the ground with their spotted bodies and their six-antlered bright faces, and their many red tongues.
If she spoke to them, I don't remember what she said, and if they kindly answered, it's a gift that can't be broken by giving it away. All I know is, there was a light that lingered, for hours, under her eyelids -- that made a difference when she went back to a difficult house, at the end of the day." --Mary Oliver
Some cold and gray snowy days it's nice to be reminded of spring and trout lilies.