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forsythia gold flowers blue sky

I’m back home after two weeks dog- and house-sitting in East Boston, watching spring emerge in a new neighborhood as Phoenix the pup and I walked the streets and ran the Harborwalk together. Not surprisingly, one of the things I missed most about Dorchester was my river trail. I came home after work midweek, suitcase in tow, and immediately laced up my running shoes and headed out there. It, too, is growing greener (and bluer).

Katie silhouette trail river blue sky

I’ve been for a few runs since coming home, and on Easter Sunday, I finally ran all the way out to Port Norfolk and the second pier where that part of the trail ends. I was tired, but the sun had broken through after days of thick clouds, and I snapped a few photos of the blue water and a few wild patches of daffodils.

I remembered seeing a particular forsythia bush last spring, between the pier and the house that faces it, and so I jogged over to see if it was in bloom. (They’re late again this year – so late that they’re blooming alongside the magnolias and early tulips.)

As you can see above, that bush is in full glorious flower. There was no rainbow that day, but it felt like finding a pot of gold. And I remembered: it’s always worth looking (especially if you know where to look).

If it’s spring where you live, I hope it’s showing up in delightful and unexpected ways.

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What Bears the Light

What bears light best is broken—
sea-glass, sand-scattered,
mica fleck-pressed into stone,
tessera tile bits glinting under plaster.
The shattered mirror throws a thousand
faces through the air.
What bears best is broken—
Light spills, splinters, wanders
through wave-crest, in ripple-riven
surfaces of lakes disturbed by wind.
What bears best is broken—
the heart, broken. The bread.
The robin-blue shell and crocus bulb
bear beauties, and every spring renew
their breaking open.

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Found via my friend Kari, who shared this poem on Instagram. It seems particularly fitting for this Good Friday.

You can listen to the poet reading this poem aloud, or read more of her work at her website.

April is National Poetry Month, and I am sharing poetry here on Fridays this month, as I do every year.

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harvard yard snow blue sky

The air bit her cheeks and scorched the inside of her nose with cold. The sky was coldly blue and the whole world was white. Every blade of grass was furry with frost, the path was frosted, the boards of the well were streaked with thick frost, and frost had crept up the walls of the shanty, along the narrow battens that held the black tar-paper on.

Then the sun peeped over the edge of the prairie and the whole world glittered. Every tiniest thing glowed rosy toward the sun and pale blue toward the sky, and all along every blade of grass ran rainbow sparkles.

Laura loved the beautiful world.

—The Long Winter, Laura Ingalls Wilder

I reread this book every winter, when the snow comes and we settle in for the long, hard slog before spring. I love Laura’s stick-to-it pioneer spirit and Pa’s fiddle music, and the depictions of that terrible winter in De Smet remind me that it could always be worse. (Though after three feet of snow in the past week, I am dying for a getaway to somewhere warm – an option the Ingalls family certainly didn’t have.)

This scene comes before the hard winter begins, when Laura goes to draw water from the well on the morning of the first frost. Even though the frost has killed the garden, and Laura knows that prairie winters are long and dark, she can’t help but catch her breath at its beauty.

As I fight my way through the ice and slush over here, I’m taking every glimpse of beauty I can get – including the glint of sunlight on snow. Even though it’s frigid today, scraps of blue sky like the ones above (spotted in Harvard Yard last week) are saving my life.

Like Laura, I love the beautiful world. (Though I’m ready for it to be a little warmer.)

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What a busily productive day! Interviews, writing profiles, proofreading, catching up on blogs, and sending a HUGE email to my friend Jenny in China with the latest roundup of our Oxford family. I really just want to keep everyone updated on each other forever. Honestly, that would be the best job!

Confession: I am addicted to InStyle magazine (there are four issues littering my room right now). I hate most fashion magazines because they’re trashy and over-the-top trendy (and absolutely sex-saturated), but InStyle has clean lines, makeup tips that actually work, fun articles on trends, and lots of cute clothes to drool over. In the back of every issue, they quiz a celebrity on her “guilty pleasures.” In the spirit of totally celebrating girliness, I’m going to use their categories and offer my favorites…

Beauty binge: Recently it’s been fun eyeliner. I now own it in four colors…it always reminds me so pleasantly of stage makeup. I feel like a diva when I swipe it on in the morning. Traditionally, though, it’s lip gloss…I must have seven different kinds in my purse.

Cheesy movie: For total chick flick, it’s You’ve Got Mail or Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. For campy and hilarious, it’s Clue or Tommy Boy. “Shut up, Richard!”

Cocktail: I usually don’t drink, but if I do, it’s going to be sangria. Preferably at a tapas bar in Spain…but I’ll take it in the States too.

Fashion addiction: Mossimo tank tops from Target. I have seven of them, and I looove them. They’re soft and casual and cute. And long enough…they don’t require constant tugging.

Fast food: Rosa’s chicken fajitas with queso…the BEST. I think I eat them three times a week. At least.

Karaoke song: Don McLean’s “American Pie”…yes, all seven-ish minutes of it. My dad and I know EVERY word. (He likes the part where the marching band refused to yield, since I was in band in high school.) Oh, and Barry Manilow’s “Copacabana.”

Midnight snack: Dark chocolate. Or ice cream, if we have it. Or both.

How about y’all? Guilty pleasures? I’m curious. (But please not too guilty…keep it PG-rated! And guys, if you’re weearing lip gloss and eyeliner…well, I really don’t want to know.)

Happy Monday!

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