The spring is coming around in the mountains of Carolina. The winter was suprisingly mild, especially compared to last year. I am comforted to see the sun so much more often. This time last year I was consumed with anxiety from the pent up enviroment of many days of winter. There is a point where the person must get fresh air, must receive sunshine, must be active in the living enviroment around us.
The forsythia is blooming, daffodils also, a bright reminder that sunshine is on the way.
Garden's are being tilled, new growth for new mouths, new healthy bellies and new callouses on top of old, new trails to run, new rain water falling to melt the cold of the icy wood and spring forward color from the ground.
It is fragrant this beauty, jobs picking up, so tired of hanging on through the winter, locals welcome the new tourists with gentle acceptance, yes these jesters pay my salaries, yes they drive me insane, but how they make my roads stay paved, lights stay on, mouths stay fed. oh such times as these, these unfortunate times where living off the land is a land unknown, where we dont know willow is what eases our pain, grains drown our sorrws, aloe our wounds.
we sit and wait for this unknown- the new summer days, the new tourists we made a part of our lives when we moved here, we are here, we are them, they are us, we must, we must work and live and breathe again that gentle air. and breathe again this ancient mountains, they are waking, their echos again, again,
lay down your weary tune lay down. -dylan
