tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330766246822130643.post7889393095161856175..comments2024-02-09T08:14:51.016-05:00Comments on ON THE VERGE: The other night my daughter saw a weird birdJody Casellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17892174349776047862noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330766246822130643.post-54743510717442623232021-03-13T08:18:17.341-05:002021-03-13T08:18:17.341-05:00Everything feels strange this year-- and we're...Everything feels strange this year-- and we're paying more attention? Jody Casellahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17892174349776047862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330766246822130643.post-6977063705922687522021-03-11T17:13:10.475-05:002021-03-11T17:13:10.475-05:00The crocuses are blooming around here now, and the...The crocuses are blooming around here now, and the snowdrops--the first flowers. This is typical of March. In fact, sometimes these flowers even bloom in February. But I find myself looking at them as if they are simulations, like you said. I realize some part of me expected winter to go on and on forever, even though in most years I am impatiently expecting the flowers for weeks before they appear. Something about being stuck in this waiting and this sameness makes spring feel like an unreal surprise.Jennifer R. Hubbardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03408588432492354248noreply@blogger.com