Dear March, come in!
How glad I am!
I looked for you before.
Put down your hat-
You must have walked-
How out of breath you are!
Dear March, how are you?
And the rest?
Did you leave Nature well?
Oh, March, come right upstairs with me,
I have so much to tell!
~ Emily Dickinson
The first of March...I can't believe it; wasn't it just Christmas? (Did you say "Rabbit, rabbit" for luck?)
I'm dedicating this post to my Dad, who, from the first frost, was always looking forward to "the first of March" ~ it was his catch-phrase; his mantra. It wasn't just nicer weather he was looking forward to...for him it signified the time to plan for the new crop season and re-plant his fields. It meant that there would be fresh green grass for his winter-weary cattle... so much more than just a date on the calendar!
The collage above is from the last time I wandered around the farm alone, with just my camera in tow. I didn't think this parcel of land would ever be sold; had never given it a single thought ~ it just "was", like my Dad. Yet, here it would soon belong to someone else; through no fault of anyone's, it was just the way things had to be.
I tried to photograph the things I had looked at (and had taken for granted) for all of my 50 years; the barn ~ cypress ~ standing stately at the top of the hill...The sun shining on the creek, a gentle little current due to recent heavy rains...The ancient, mossy trestles, all that was left of a 19th century train track....Daddy's Martin houses and bluebird boxes...(I took one with me) ~ ♥
“A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it
most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it,
renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his own image.”-Joan Didion
most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it,
renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his own image.”-Joan Didion
So, "Happy 1st of March", Daddy ~ it's finally arrived; another Spring (almost) ~though, where you are, I'm sure there are no hungry cattle, and the sun is always shining ~ :)
♥ ♥ ♥
Anne
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