My rhubarb is coming in! Just small nubs, not even an inch out of the earth and still surrounded by frozen mulched leaves. But here it comes. I love rhubarb because it starts so early (most especially if it is on the south side of your house) and it requires zero attention other than water, love, and picking.
I have planted chamomile seeds indoors and they are sprouting! I’ve never grown chamomile before. It’s nice to have something already growing for my garden—even if it is indoors and in a little plastic greenhouse.
The Modes of Transportation reading theme got me to pick up Mozart’s Carriage by Daniel Bachhuber (a poetry book purchased in February of 2004 at Micawber’s). I love this poem that I read this morning:
Faure’s Sonata for Violin and Piano, No. 1
So much labor from young hands:
Essays, paintings, poems—
Report card time.
The music saps my fragile resolve
Like the scent of lilac through an open window:
The vow of summer, the tomb of spring.
The piano like footsteps in a cold stream,
Violin a swirl of water
Around the plunging feet.
The music proclaims surface and depth are one.
Tightened bud is full-grown flower.
How can I put a grade on creation?
God is dreaming here.