Receding snow and returning color. Nothing like a March rainstorm to bring out the spring in everything. Including the gravel road. The thaw commences. The birds return. The possums are on the move.
Today I am having a bathrobe dayand I don’t intend to dress until it’s time to walk to the mailbox. That’s another thing rainy March days are good for- staying inside.
I decided I need to make another book. I need to do something I can hold in my hands and turn pages and see my own words printed before me. So I have been through my files and found all the my little writings about walking to the mailbox and I am going to make a chapbook of walks to the mailbox. It will have photographs too.
I think it will be an edition of 12 or so. If you would like one, let me know.