Leeking

Haven't much time to write, have leeks to rinse off before bedtime. The annual leek hunt was a grand success, friend Karima and I filled bags with them, digging in our own spots in the woods. The trillium was out in triad petals of maroon, pink, white, and lemon; the mayapples are just popping their umbrellas above last year's leaves, and the best treat was a tiny, early jack-in-the-pulpit, in pale, stripey green. Birds sang, the trees dripped the last raindrops on our heads, and the rushing nearby creek poured sound and water into the landscape, muddy brown with unsettled particles. We gathered wild leeks in the woods by the creek in the rain. It's as close to church as I get.

Sleep well my spring buds.