A chickadee flutters in the neighbor’s ragged and sprawling forsythia. How long ago it was golden, erupting with the fire of spring!
This is my Day Twenty-Six submission to a river of stones, a month-long challenge to notice (and record) one thing every day. I’ll be posting my “stones” both here and on Twitter, where submissions are tagged as #aros. Enjoy!
Jan 26, 2011 at 11:36 pm
For some reason, the above image reminds me of a small Buddhist temple in Korea, not far from the city of Yeongju, that was undergoing some sort of renovation or construction. Near the dharma hall on the construction site, in a gouged-out hole next to a pile of gravel, was a veritable mass of green soju bottles not unlike the lone bottle in the above picture.
I guessed that those bottles hadn’t been tossed there by the monks. The thought made me grin.
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Jan 27, 2011 at 9:25 am
Forsythia does seem impossibly distant now, but I seem to recall that that’s always the way. Spring will come. Just not for a while yet. *g*
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Jan 27, 2011 at 11:34 am
I want to see a fresh flower in that bottle…….😉
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Jan 27, 2011 at 12:12 pm
The bottle will have to provide diversion until those yellow buds open.
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Jan 27, 2011 at 1:32 pm
This weather has been enough to drive anyone (monks included) to drink.
Today I passed a man who was shoveling a long, wide segment of sidewalk after last night’s snowfall. “Is it spring yet,” I asked him. “No,” he answered. “But it’s one day closer.”
Ah, indeed!
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