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for tig dupre who sent me the most beautiful bowl in the exchange...

updated fri 26 mar 04


Susan Giddings on wed 24 mar 04


Spring is on its way hear in central CT, my home. Snowmen have melted to
nothing, Some traces of snow do remain in the shadowy corners of the woods.
Temperatures approach 60. The wind carries the smell of the south. I grew up
along the Altantic coast in Rhode Island and Maine, and I think that's a
sailor's sense - the smell of the wind. My uncles were all sailors - grew up
with that sensibility. I do love the woods though. Feel more "at home" with
trees and forests and mountains, but the sea still does have a song to sing
to me.

But all that's an aside.

Spring is waking the trees up. Buds are just beginning to swell. You can
just start to see it happening if you look carefully. Almost, it hasn't
really. You know that this year, when it happens, it will be fast. Only one
or two days. Some years, spring does a lazy stretch, a very slow toss and
turn. Takes a long time to arrive and that waking up is a slow, drowsy
process. This year I think it will be fast fast. A jump out of bed, excited,
ready to start the day. One day still the trees will be dark, the next day
the euclid green of new growth will be everywhere. The day after - green
green. Spring will have arrived.

I love Forsythia. I love yellow. Yellow-white the color of the sun, the
color of ^10. Forsythia, though, can be so bright. Depending on the specie,
sometimes just ^1 to ^6. Brilliant. Especially at sunrise. The first
stretched out arm of spring's wake-up flex. But it's the daffodils that I
like the best. Yellow on yellow. I remember reading that some botanist was
trying to breed a red daffodil. Horrors, I think. Why do this? I suppose the
answer is just to see if you can, but some things are better off not
knowing. Daffodils will always and only be yellow for me.

My spouse, bought me a small pot of daffodils in full bloom today. Ours are
not out yet. Still just green tips emerging through the dark wet earth,
sometimes through a little very coarse granular snow. These, that he brought
to me are the most brilliant of yellow daffodils. Full out. Probably about a
week or at most 2 ahead of mine out in the yard. A warning to prepare for
the color to come. Just stunning and so very welcome.

The pot of daffodils went into the bowl you sent me.

Truly beautiful.

Thank you.

Susan Giddings

"There are painters who transform the sun into a yellow spot, but there are
others who, thanks to their art and intelligence, transform a yellow spot
into the sun." Pablo Picasso

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