I see today that the
callery pears on Netherlands are in full bloom, all of a sudden. I also saw my first Boston
chipmunk today (having seen my first exurban chipmunk at the park last weekend) in Franklin Park. Hawthorn trees are sending out bundled leaves, and
flowering crabapples have flower buds ready for the big show. Driving by the arboretum I see a riot of flowering trees, mostly
magnolias and early cherries.
Dandelions and other weeds that have the luck of sunny yards are out and smiling, and
wild mustards are hard at work already.
Today it was supposed to come close to 80 degrees, and I almost forgot what that was like. I spent every moment outside squinting with a headache behind my eyes--bring the sunglasses to work, smart guy. I just came in from lounging in the park with the dogs panting as I read the New Yorker. I'll do it. I'll ride my bike to work tomorrow. All the signs point to 'what, you haven't been riding already?!'
I've been giving more serious thought to a
365 urban species book. I have some gaps to fill and much editing to do. Who will publish me? I suppose it doesn't matter--I should create the product first, and then look for a publisher. Anyone who knows the hoops and wishes to guide me through them will be welcome and appreciated. I don't have delusions that I'll get rich, I'd just like to make my book (and maybe some more after that).
These are my goals: publish a book; move to someplace with a shorter winter; enjoy the rest of my life. That's not too bad, right?