planktown in April, opening day

 

another season is set to open

as we prepare the region and the garden

 we drove us to Shelby ... wasn't easy

not when you stack the day together.

 

first we had to go a half hour

Kind of on the way to Norwhere

to see the beautiful new steps

Dan and his Mr. father, Ed Barman made;

steps of cement  to look like the 1860 sandstone original.

 don't know how they did it.

then on to Shelby for the first time in a year

for a breakfast not memorable ... or for sure we

will remember it as the day that rang no bells.

 

the old crew were gone, the new are not the same.

the woman with me had a Spanish something egg with toast,

it looked like catsup.

mine was a pancake, two eggs, shredded potatoes they say.

each of the customers, that's us, had many coffees.

 we left a bit saddened. this is April, 2021 , 

the race is long over and we saw many Trump signs.

 

on fifteen minutes to Shilo,  at Blu-ray: flowers, trees, bushes 

and plants ... Saturday, 17 April his opening day. 

moving quickly,  "hi" to Mark, with nearly a smile

embedded in his recognition of me. 

air is still, pleasant, quiet, Mark never slowed down

workers out with packs of flowers,

she shopped what she could.

 

then to Planktown, no masks on workers,.

10:43 AM, 46 degrees, pleasant, 

many customers wore masks.

we rode back to Oberlin.

my day middle of the week

a low motor hum i imagine

from the easy chair 

thinking good of times

cruising back-road lines

 waiting the growth of spring. 

loads, loads of rain coming soon, 

maybe Sunday, I'm wrong. 

 i am kidding myself.  no rain.

 

James follows the news of when we could see the crushers, 

a semi-pro team in a nearby park.

while baseball plays in Cleveland on TV for a price,

or more likely on the radio where it is still free.

pay those players millions and the advance we feel 

is the ticket price.

what happened to the rain?

On line i saw Sonny Curtis and got lost in old times. He could play his guitar the way i stroked our cat.

the calling of a thing

 names have always been important;

you'd think so anyway.

it appears that to begin writing 

without a known subject

is a vague initiation ...

  ghost writing in the dark.

on a paper bench in the park ... without a pencil.

 

she said she saw a rabbit again - oh, happiness.

i see workers in our yard. 

all are moving beyond my involvement.

  desired conclusions unknown.

she called workers to action.

my concern is for a satisfactory finale. 

so shall we all some to  eventually.

so shall it be.

Water has to drain from our yard.

Rabbits are fun to have around if they don't 

eat away the garden and flowers.

i make note and count the hours.

Wet and cement

 "to the color we'll add some beige ...

to give a hint of age," said the man Ed

who has been working with cement

 fifty years. 

i met him, saw his initial procedure. 

he can handle the job. 

i'm happy He's doing the work For me.

  It will rain some.

i'm not worried about it.

what a pleasure.

late spring morning

the season has developed in full at last.

we think so, and it appears that way.

now two rabbits show up in our yard. 

frolicking.  the two rabbits jumped straight off the ground.

five feet in the air.  i didn't know they could do that.

frolicking is the word for how they acted.

one large like our last year bunny. one small.

there are many bunnies and these didn't have tags; you see a few

And realize they look the same. 

we were hoping these are returnees.

but you know ... that's a good starting phrase,

but you know new rabbits could be friendlier

than the two last year who always 

kept a hunddred feet away. 

these are the opening minutes ... we'll see.