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I am a mother, a teacher, and a nature lover. I grew up on a mountain we called Owls' Knob in the Ozarks of Arkansas. The first seven years of my life were spent living in a log cabin, far from a store or streetlight, without electricity or running water and after twenty years of travel, I returned to the abondoned homestead. Now I live on a hill by a small lake and work at a public garden. These are stories about nature written from a women deeply influenced by place.

Friday, February 18, 2011

First Flowers of Spring

Yellow Crocus

  Winter's snows were heavy. 
The final storms of February
 left the yard barren. 
But snow melted into spring. 

The first flowers bloomed yesterday, 
even as dirty ice stuck to the shadows.
Golden petals, among dead leaves, vibrant
 like the sun against a grey sky. 

I knelt, smelling the earth. 
I sat my baby's floppy figure 
in this very spot last year. 
Here he saw his first flower.

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