* When Lilacs Last in the Soulyard Bloomed

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A Thoreau Raking of the Soul

It's an early spring up here in the Greens.

A windstorm pruned thousands of brittle branchlettes, scattering them all over the dooryard (we don't have 'lawns' up here).


The plow ripped up sod which needed to be re-set and raked back.

Soon the pampas grass and last year's garden stalks will need cutting.

Removing the deadwood :

It needs to be done not only in dooryards but in soulyards too.

Soon Walt's dooryard will lilac and Henry's pond will ripple.

And my hillside?

It will start the seasons in search of the sun all over again.