March is Scarcely Here

bee in the plum tree

A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period —
When March is scarcely here

A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.

It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know
It almost speaks to you.

Then as Horizons step
Or Noons report away
Without the Formula of sound
It passes and we stay —

A quality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a Sacrament.

{Emily Dickinson}

There will be no Lingerie Friday today. This weekend begins…. begins so many things. March, as we say, is an energy-shifter. Austin grows twice its size during SXSW. Friends arrive from England, Derek’s birthday aka St. Patrick’s Day, and in the midst we are MOVING. Our friends are here to help us with that, God bless them. Spring has such a fast approach, and I don’t want to miss a moment of its goodness.

But I can’t wait till we are fully moved back into our house. The last year and a half we’ve been in a rental with no character while we did some remodels. Our house is a teeny cottage, cute and old (for Texas) and it has a personality. I’ll just have to figure out where to put all the sewing equipment that has grown (I mean seriously grown) over the last two years. I need like magic pulleys to store things on the ceiling.

Anyways, hopefully I won’t get too silent around here, but y’all know how moving goes!

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