Midnight Snow... after the second, before the third.

I can't believe this is March... or that it was 6 degrees Fahrenheit overnight 2 nights ago, and that it should be 73 this weekend...
The first snow was 2 inches, and melted after 2 hours... who would have believed it was ever there...? The second snow came a few hours later, but in fits and starts... In the night I got up to peek out the window... No new snow, but this is what I saw in the hazy moonlight. By morning we had 8 more inches, with drifts after 25 mile an hour winds, to one and a half feet. Still, not much for the year, while way too excessive for March! Madder than a March Hare... In like a Lion... I suppose the Lamb is due on Saturday...

(All of these were shot on the same night...)

The Earth can be any shape you want it

Any shape at all

Dark and cold or bright and warm

Long or thin or small

But it's home and all I ever had

And maybe why for me the Earth is flat...

All along you still believed

Believed you were immune

And if love is all you're missing

Look into your heart

Is anybody home ?

Please remember ...The Earth can be any shape you want it

Any in the world

Thomas Dolby, The Flat Earth

Selection #17, Player at the bottom of the Page...(merely mood music, if you like)

Waters of March

Waters Of March

by Antonio Carlos Jobim. (to hear it, scroll down to end of post page and play it!)



A stick, a stone
It's the end of the road
It's the rest of the stump
It's a little alone
It's a sliver of glass
It is life, it's the sun
It is night, it is death
It's a trap, it's a gun
The oak when it blooms
A fox in the brush
The knot of the wood
The song of the thrush
The wood of the wind
The cliff, a fall
A scratch, a lump
It is nothing at all
It's the wind blowing free
It's the end of a slope
It's a beam, it's a void
It's a hunch, it's a hope

And the riverbank talks
Of the waters of March
It's the end of the strain
It's the joy in your heart

The foot, the ground
The flesh and the bone
The beat of the road
A slingshot stone
A truckload of bricks
In the soft morning light
The shot of the gun
In the dead of the night
A mile, a must
A thrust, a bump
It's a girl, it's a rhyme
It's a cold, it is the mumps
The plan of the house
The body in bed
And the car that got stuck
It's the mud, it's the mud
A float, a drift
A flight, a wing
A cock, a quail
Oh, the promise of spring

And the riverbank talks
Of the waters of March
It's the promise of life
It's the joy in your heart

And the riverbank talks
Of the waters of March
It's the promise of life
It's the joy in your heart

A point, a grain
A bee, a bite
A blink, a buzzard
A sudden stroke of night
A pin, a needle
A sting, a pain
A snail, a riddle
A wasp, a stain
A snake, a stick
It is John, it is Joe
A fish, a flash
A silvery glow
The bed of the well
The end of the line
The dismay on the face
It's a loss, it's a find
A spear, a spike
A point, a nail
A drip, a drop
The end of the day

And the riverbank talks
Of the waters of March
It's the promise of life
In you



Performed by Basia