Spring is chaotic. The season when our kids went a little crazy, running everywhere, barefoot, and wild, up on the bluffs, or down the river road. Often, we worried a little at supper time when we couldn't find them. The campground fills up with fish camps and fly fishers, testing their rods and waders. I pump my tires and ride my bike up the road again. The Let Freedom Ring blue bus is my new turnaround destination.
We conquer our pessimism and plant a dozen red raspberry canes, unearthing, in the process, one of Grandma's long forgotten and missing sterling souvenir spoons, deep in the compost heap. I wonder how long it was lost there with another spoon, and how it got there, not pointing fingers.
The cats are content to sit on the back porch, and not rush in each time the screen door opens. The Dell ducks have survived, with No-Neck, still in charge of Peck Eye (the one-eyed duck from an incident with a sparrow hawk last year) and the 2 others. The fresh, unwashed eggs are so rich and delicious, though my vegan sister continues to warn me against them, because they are 3 times as rich as hen eggs. Ramps, or Wild Leeks are rampant in the woods now, and the kitchen is fragrant, or odorous, depending on your opinion of ramps.