Paper birch catkins. A watercolor from 2017. Today is Good Friday for most of the Orthodox Church, and I wish my Orthodox friends a blessed Triduum and a very Happy Easter. And it's a day when we can feel spring arriving. Last week at this time, Montreal was in the throes of a destructive ice storm that left much of the city without power, and devastated the city's trees. Yesterday it was 22 degrees C. here, and it felt like everyone was sitting out in the sun, blinking with amazement. I had coffee with my friend K. at a favorite café (Café Parma, on the north-western edge of the Jean-Talon market), and we could hardly believe we were sitting outdoors, wearing only light sweaters -- and sunglasses, because the light was so bright. We may have more snow, we all know that's entirely possible, but we also know it won't last.
I think you do write for the joy of it, at least sometimes. Long may it give you pleasure.
What a jewel of a post. And thank you for the reminder of the beauty of Seamus Heaney's words.
This is the last thing I’m reading, past midnight. I hope I will dream of vowels of rivers!