Spring comes walking over the mountains in her lacy shawl of green.
Yesterday, on a day of unbelievable beauty I went to Black Mountain to give a talk on Crows. It was a fine audience, interested and asking good questions. I recognized several from similar events years ago. And best of all, my blog/FB friend BlackMountainBarb was there, as was Susan--a friend from many years ago. We took the opportunity to have lunch together after the talk and as we sat and ate and chatted on a lovely patio, surrounded by the greens and blooms of Spring, it was another reminder of life as it used to be. What joy!
At this time of year, I always think of the late Kay Byer--onetime Poet Laureate of North Carolina.
We shared a love of the work of Garcia Lorca and of his poem Verde, Que Te Quiero, Verde (Green, How I Love You, Green.)
I was told once that my aura is green. As long as it doesn't imply seasickness or envy, I'll bear it proudly!
