Tuesday, April 18, 2006

For now, flowers are enough.


Though my tree continues to lay a fine film of itself over the ground below its branches, other trees in town--really notably, the un-weeping cherry trees, including the one whose branch I've run into all winter long--are still putting out first flowers. Trespassing is starting to tempt me. I've taken two flying drives out into the country to see what I can see, over the past few days, and I can imagine the day coming, swiftly on a hundred feet, when I'll want to get up the nerve to knock on a door and say, "Do you mind if I walk in your field?" I think of Annie Dillard, who mentions offhandedly in one book that she has done just such a thing: gone to her neighbors, said, I walk, I write, I'd like to walk your land. Tonight I felt funny enough ambling my car past the cows ruminating and reclining in the fields on either side of a zig-zag bend in the road. But I find myself wanting the time and the space for thoughts that are bigger, a plan and a project, a series of excursions to find the window-shapes on barns, the unexpected blade-shape on new field-growth, the unfathomably large eyes of livestock, and I'm not quite bold enough to try it without permission.

1 Comments:

Blogger *Bat*Girl* said...

I highly recommmend trespassing in Ohio, just not during hunting season. Though the husband, roommate and I did once get treed by a beagle on just such an expedition.

Thank you for all the flowers! They whet my yearning for spring, which is just starting to push its way through, here.

8:29 AM, April 19, 2006  

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