5.15.2013

A Spring Afternoon

Forsythia explodes, yellow on blue. The red-winged blackbird's constant call.  Too much brightness for one frame.  Tulips round and open.  Burning papers.  Lemon delights* spread the lawn.  A petal's clean lines.  Pip hangs the clothes.







































*Thank you, Haven.

5 comments :

trawlerman said...

Poor Sythia 'sploding. I tol' her not ta. Muz betta iz be a dimbulb likka me.

heidiann(e) said...

I'm sure there's a good reason, so read no judgement here - but why, pray tell, are you burning those books?

The clothesline shot is exquisite.

Abigail said...

I likka yoo juz the way ya be, dimbulber. Fergit Sythia.


Heidi,
Because we HATE BOOKS! Actually, they're old rototiller advertising leaflets from the back of the coop. I spent a day cleaning half of it out and burned some of the weird paper stuff that's collected there over many decades. (I also filled over a dozen garbage bags of trash and half a dozen of scrap metal and consolidated buckets and buckets of old oil sludge...but I didn't burn any of that.)

Abigail said...

p.s. When I posted it, I thought it looked suspiciously like Fahrenheit 451.

Abigail said...

p.p.s. And I burned instead of recycling them because we had marshmallows to roast.