What on Earth . . .

Wordsworth it is not, but when I think about the intricate simplicity of our relationship with this here flying sphere, I find that it works quite well. 

Earth Day

I am the Earth

And the Earth is me.

Each blade of grass,

Each honey tree,

Each bit of mud, 

And stick and stone

Is blood and muscle, 

Skin and bone.

And just as I 

Need every bit

Of me to make

My body fit,

So Earth needs

Grass and stone and tree

And things that grow here

Naturally.

That’s why we 

Celebrate this day.

That’s why across

The world we say:

As long as life,

As dear, as free,

I am the Earth

And the Earth is me. 

-Jane Yolen

Seems no matter where we go 

we find ways to engage 

with the playground 

that nature made.

-Me

Photo accompaniment courtesy of Moab.  

Satin and Nylon accessories welcome.

Meanwhile in Colorado, despite crushing moisture-heavy snow, life persists. 

While the tulips entertain with audacious color,

the stalwart daffodils (led by our Earth Angel Thailer) herald the quickening of the orchard.

Lettuce and rhubarb charge forward

And the peach blossoms hold on for a wild ride. 

Thank you Earth, you most literally rock.