Another batch of haiku. I missed a few days.

Quite a number of appointments peppered this month: dental cleaning, front tooth install, Finn’s bi-annual, kitchen guy templating the counters, two Tuesday-Group-Now-Wednesday-Group meetings, a visit from the exterminator and the water meter guy, two extra Amherst Writers’ zoom meetings (not the regular workshops), a PCP visit and hip X-ray. K went to China and I got another Covid booster. Both my boys had birthdays.

3/1
When the sock slips down
from ankle to heel, is it
the sock or the shoe?

3/2
Rain dots the bluestone
as we head out with the dog.
Crocus springing up.

3/3
To make cream biscuits
just call on your ancestors.
Let them knead the dough.

3/4
A spring robin sings
her heart out from the rooftop.
Even the sky sighs.

3/5
Complicated? Talk
and talk some more and then write
it down. Stories. Life.

3/6
Dragon litter must
mean something auspicious like
“Obstacles melting.”

3/7
We laugh. We eat cake.
And we wonder how many
more years do we have?

3/8
“Reading the sidewalk”
is nothing less than scanning
for small miracles.

3/9
A man walks east in
the woods and at first I thought
he was a turkey.

3/10
It’s not a stink bug.
It’s not a cricket. It walks
on the bathroom scale.

3/11
Jackhammers do the
impossible —they make leaf
blowers seem benign.

Dueling jackhammers
at two sites. You’d think it rare.
Here? Not anymore.

3/12
Squat, pair, seam, then press.
That’s how you piece a quilt when
you work on the floor.

3/13
She ate three servings
of my mushroom risotto.
Grief notwithstanding.

3/14
I fill one of last
year’s hanging pots with dog poop.
Raking can begin!

3/15
Idyllic enclave
at cul-de-sac’s end — ruined
with a fence. Private!

3/16
Rake dusty oak leaves
away, reveal ruby shoots.
Warriors of spring!

3/17
Vertigo kept her
from walking around the lake.
We went together.

3/18
Branches bob in a
cold March wind. Their shadows brush
up against heartache.

3/19
Daniel and Parker,
along the fence, fuzzy buds
of magnolia.

3/21
Brave, reliable,
delicate crocus emerge.
Happy purple flags.

3/24
Cold kept the spring bulbs
tight, unfurled, but a near-hedge
of hellebore pleased.

3/25
The liriope
needs a haircut. Let me grab
some scissors and clip.

3/26
We write, we read, and
we listen. The gift of our
listening like gold.

3/27
All this rains makes back
door rituals long. “Come here!
Give me a paw!” Mud.

3/28
Her roof leaks. They spray
something that makes her chest hurt.
She comes here to wait.

3/29
Missed two days of meds.
No wonder the midnight hand-
wringing, the despair.

3/30
Invasives are sneaks.
Get rid of one bed and they
show in another.

3/31
Carrot cake — forgot
the raisins and the walnuts
but happy Easter!

Back to gardening
means back to sanity. I
can lose myself there.