Swelling

[vaneramos]

Danny and I walked to Tim Horton's for morning coffee. We had to line up out the door. This location usually offers rugged men in plaid jackets and beards for viewing enjoyment. The new chocolate caramel doughnut was so sweet it set my teeth on edge. I'll stick with sour cream glazed.

Then we wandered to the park where birds heralded spring. The woods were filled with thin, cascading songs of juncos, backed up by chickadees. A bright cardinal darted ahead. Robins turned from their patches of mud to stare at us. On the river we glimpsed a small duck-like head bob underwater. We went down to see, but it never reappeared. Diving ducks never disappear for long or swim far, so it must have been a pied-billed grebe.

A hairy woodpecker assiduously worked the dead elm. "I wonder if they ever get sore necks," Danny said. "They must have good chiropractors."

Tree buds were swelling. It's an honour to have several mature elms thriving in the neighbourhood. I stopped to admire the tallest at the end of Brockville Avenue. Some live, some die. Smaller ghost trees stand around like nude, pale echoes of life, gaunt limbs grasping for heaven.

Comments

[e-musings.livejournal.com]

Duh, I keep forgetting that gay men and I like the same views. I would have enjoyed waiting in line at Tim Horton's, too!

[vaneramos.livejournal.com]

Do you mean beards and plaid jackets?

[e-musings.livejournal.com]

beards and butts more than beards and plaid jackets, lol.

ithink all men who can should grow beards. the end.

[vaneramos.livejournal.com]

Haha, well I heartily agree with you there! I also like nice butts and strong legs.

[vaneramos.livejournal.com]

Yes, it is my favourite time of year.

[songdogmi.livejournal.com]

I had my first Tim Horton's chocolate caramel donut last week myself. I know what you mean about the sweetness. Can't have too many of THOSE all at once, I don't think. Yummy, though.

"Crown of the Tallest Elm" is absolutely stunning. I think that's what I would call an achingly blue sky.

[vaneramos.livejournal.com]

Saturday we a perfectly clear sky, which hardly ever happens here. I know what you mean about "achingly"; I feel it, too.