Happy Purim. We will be going to a party tonight. Joe plans on dressing in his western clothes, complete with stetson type hat. I’ll add a bandana to my hair. That should be festive enough. For those who wonder about this Jewish holiday, it is based on the biblical Book of Esther and we have fun dressing in costumes. We read the story, sing songs and eat a festive meal too.
While it is still winter here (despite technically being the first of spring), we are looking forward to our trip to visit our grandchildren in April. Last year “Lucky” was born on my birthday, just a few hours before we arrived. This photo from last year shows her nursing. She’ll be all grown up when we see her again.
Meanwhile, I thought I would post another poem. This one is old, from my first poetry book, but I still like the image of the early spring flowers. It will probably be another four weeks before we see them here in New Hampshire.
Dressed in lavender and pink
spring arrives
like the long awaited bridesmaids
slowly marching down the aisle
stately in demeanor
anxiously awaiting
the show to begin.
copyright 1990 Linda H. Feinberg from "red poppies and green clover"
3 comments:
Happy belated Purim to you both. Indeed, we are "anxiously awaiting" for spring to warm us...not to mention the pollen that will make us sneeze.
Thanks, Bruce. In NH we also have mud season (that's coming up very soon), and then a little later, black fly season.
You're welcome.
That won't get me to NH any time soon.
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