“It is by overcoming obstacles that you develop new skills and new ways of handling what the rest of your life has in store for you.”

Anonymous

I had planned to wake up and be at the earliest hours of the supermarket for some necessary restocking. In the middle of the night, however, Frank couldn’t seep, and so he went online and found a way to order our groceries online to be delivered via Instacart. Around 3 or 4 a.m. I woke up as he was getting back into bed, very pleased that he had saved me the trip. I was pleased too. And I had another treat: Suzi joined me and Charlie in the windblown woods for a long walk. Branches and trees down everywhere from yesterday’s storm. We take one trail arm and run into a road block, a massive pine down across the trail. We backtrack and take another route. In the river the little red blossoms that have been blown or fallen from trees onto earth for a few weeks–the ones that look like the Covid-19 virus magnified–have grown into maple wings. I stop and admire some in the river. Everything is so wonderfully wet and mucky. I have some poems published today in Thimble Lit Mag. They are post card poems, part of a series of twenty from photos I took on Longboat Key last year on my daily walks. The rest of the series will be published this month in another journal. I’m pleased with how they look in Thimble, even though they are interspersed and I had intended them to be shown as part of a sequence. When I saw the maple wings today, red, yellow, springly bright, I felt it’s really coming to the woods: spring. It’s really coming after all.