Hadlock Cabin

The days are cold and brown,
Brown fields, no sign of green,
Brown twigs, not even swelling,
And dirty snow in the woods.

But as the dark flows in
The tree frogs begin
Their shrill sweet singing,
And we lie on our beds
Through the ecstatic night,
Wide awake, cracked open.

There will be no going back.


April in Maine, by May Sarton


After yesterday's unflattering commentary on New England spring, it seemed only fair to follow up with a more hopeful poem, especially as today was quite nice. The first crocus bloom of the year even appeared next to the house (extra).

I recently came across a video called How to Take Accidentally Wes Anderson Photos, which instantly came to mind when I came across this little pink cabin. I wouldn't say this photo is that "Wes Anderson-y," but it was fun to look at things from a new angle and try something different.