The format of a My Take is 150 words – no more, no less – to express an opinion on a different topic each week. This week’s topic was where were you when the pandemic began?
Are those warblers at the feeder? Goldfinches?
February was a blush of cardinals and purple finches and redpolls. With the clocks set to roll forward and the sunsets beginning to stretch in earnest, this fresh splash of yellow in the flock feels right, as the sunlight gathers warmth and beckons a changing guard north.
Sadly, it also recalls the stretches of wheat and sunflowers likely to go unplanted under Ukrainian skies this spring. Contrasting migrations are crisscrossing the turning of the seasons there too, shockwaves and shortages tumbling in the chop of their wake.
Hope blossoms for rich regrowth on the fallows… eventually.
Tuesday, I finally cut off my pandemic curls. Bunched the ponytail in a fist and swept away two years of days and stories lingering there. Buzzed short for a new spring. Tossed them on the winterhard compost pile. Feed for future seeds.
