Tuesday, March 25, 2008

fifty!

No, not my age. I left that number some years back. Okay, but the air! Did you feel that spring vibe?

I leave the Law School and I pass a colleague smiling. The world is smiling. Fifty!

For the first time in months, I get in the car and head out to the fields. South of Madison. Right now, it’s no use looking for spring. The cornfields are still so… last year.


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The stand built by the Hmong family of farmers? Deserted, surrounded by dried leftovers from fall. (But note the puddles, the melting snow...)


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Hey, people, it hit fifty!


A young one is out, finding the leftovers from last fall quite tasty.


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She sees me, hesitates, and continues working away at the cob.


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I want to see her in flight, but I cannot get myself to blast the horn, shout out, or do anything that would clearly startle her.


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But, she startles nonetheless. And flees.

What a gorgeous day! Did I mention that we hit fifty on the thermometer?
(Yesterday? Was I concerned about something? Can’t remember…)