Apr. 29 Forest: Tree House, River, Dollhouse, Brook. The ridge stream where green life is emerging from the pale winter leaves. The tiny waterway tumbles headlong down and down the ridge, in perfect imitation of a great rushing river with waterfalls, pools and deltas.  A miniature delta forms as the stream merges with the pond….

 Apr. 28 I was awake and thinking about getting up when K called me to come and see this. (5:52 am.) In minutes it had paled to gold, then the song ended and it was daylight. It was K who called it an orchestra of light. ***** I took Rain into Mansonville today on an…

 Apr. 25 The red trillium I seldom saw in Ontario, was more familiar with the white. Here, I have seen no white ones yet, though there are more and more reds in bloom. I was writing to someone about science fiction and my autocorrect changed Sci fi to Sci if. Poetic. The wind is blowing…

 Apr. 22 the snow is a river blind as april as summerless     pouring down the meadow the world ends at the south ridge all distance gone it snows though blood trilliums have bloomed in the woods the sun casts tree shadows on the fallen snow  but still snow flows down the mountain blown on…

 Apr. 21 I put up the “Blind Dog” sign yesterday and already the name “Blind Dog Hill” is beginning to sound familiar in my mind. Fig is skinny as a rail now and his hair is falling out – mostly his long coat, his short, darker coat is so soft, but I feel his ribs…

 apr.17    The snow and my rain gauge, mocked! We had no precipitation for 15 days and I began to feel that I, myself, was beginning to need rain as much as the thirsty meadow. At last it began to rain on Thursday. I scrambled to find my rain gauge and planted it by the…

 Apr. 13 having tea i ran home after school through iced-over ditches in hand-me-down boots and in the kitchen mom made tea i told her everything i don’t remember how but i felt as if i’d handed her my day i don’t remember her arms but i felt as if she held me to her…