Wholly to be an April Fool

It’s foolish to garden in the rain and the cold, to try and turn the compost heap while it’s still frozen solid

It’s foolish to wear headphones in the rain, but you can always top them with a good ole sou’wester - thanks to my neighbours, the Penningtons, for mine, who brought it back from Newfoundland

Maybe it’s foolish to divide and transplant strawberries now? Or maybe it’s fine?

Also need to prune fruit trees that the deer got to, gonna try a repellent bitter product on them - too late?

For the last day of March: a dip in the cold river, alone

Perhaps that was a bit foolish, but I was careful

I want to embrace spring’s energy of spontaneity, lightness

After a few months of nose to the grindstone, computer work, sitting too much, I’m tired in my brain but need to express energy through the body

It would be foolish of me to plan to update this blog every day, but I’m SERIOUSLY going to try and do it every week, on Wednesdays

The title of this post, as you may have guessed, is a riff on a line from one of my favourite spring poems by the inimitable yet oft-and-poorly imitated e.e. cummings. Here it is - enjoy!

since feeling is first

since feeling is first
who pays any attention 
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate 
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry
—the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids’ flutter which says

we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis