What's Tony Thinking

Green

It’s spring in the Northwest, or at least the part of the NW on the west side of the Cascade Mountains. I am enjoying the many colors of green.

Here are some photos from walks with Georgie, the dog. All green, save one which shows the cherry blossoms against an April sky.

 

And here is a favorite poem, “The First Green of Spring,” by David Budbill.

 

 

“Our walking in the swamp picking cowslip, marsh marigold,

this sweet first green of spring. Now sautéed in a pan melting

to a deeper green than ever they were alive, this green, this life,

 

harbinger of things to come. Now we sit at the table munching

on this message from the dawn which says we and the world

are alive again today, and this is the world’s birthday. And

 

even though we know we are growing old, we are dying, we

will never be young again, we also know we’re still right here

now, today, and, my oh my! don’t these greens taste good.”

 

A brief prayer:

Despite the wreckage and worry, the seasons — praise God — constant and change, with no assistance from me. Thank you. Amen.