A Someday Worth Looking Out For

On returning birds, a nettle harvest, and a Someday I long to see.

The dark-eyed juncos have returned, their tsip…tsip…tsip… a very welcome opening into spring and a regular summons to lure me outside to hear them. Yesterday, when I tried to track where they were foraging and singing, a beautiful black raven soared overhead, and I lifted my chin to the sky and followed him, his kraaaaah kraaaaaah an invitation to keep my face to the sun.

It isn’t warm yet. We ran two of our wood stoves today, and when the power went out, I made my breakfast upon one of them. It took longer than usual, but the sizzle was more acute with the hum of the refrigerator silenced, and I’m convinced my meal tasted better. Slowing down does that kind of thing.