first green: a dissenting opinion
I've always been convinced that that poem is wrong. The first green is red.
And, on a related matter, please vote in the poll below.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
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- a directory for grieving families
- a failure of imagination
- a little pregnant
- a mending heart
- a second chance
- a series of unfortunate events
- adventures of law mommy
- all about preeclampsia
- am i doing okay
- amelies welt
- an accident of hope
- and here we are
- and the duck said
- antigone lost
- antropóloga
- apron strings
- awful but functioning
- baby passionfruit
- baby proof
- beaten but not bowed
- beautiful
- beyond the pale
- bloggings by deshaine
- blood signs
- box of rain
- bringing gabriel home
- broken heart diaries
- bub and pie
- certainly not cool enough to blog
- collecting raindrops
- coming2terms
- conceive this
- creating motherhood
- crib chronicles
- cruchy granola
- curvatude
- days of our lives
- discovering me
- doc grumbles i presume
- dragondreamer's lair
- drama 2b mama
- eight million pieces
- emma's mum
- everything is under control
- excavator
- expectant waiting
- finding my way home
- footprints on my heart
- for the flavor
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- froggy baby
- glow in the woods
- greenblogger
- grownups are like that
- healing arts
- henry street
- her very own
- high land hard rain
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- i thought unicorns were a myth
- i will be mom*
- i will never be over it
- i won't fear love
- i'm a smart one
- in her shoes
- in the land of broken hearts
- infertile fantasies
- julian's room
- just crazy enough to try
- just one more
- klepsydra
- la la land
- life after heartache
- life can be
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- little beans 4 me
- losses and gains
- magpie musing
- making sense of it all
- mary's madness
- max's mommy
- maybe baby
- mcpolish
- me and my shadows
- miracle dive
- missed conceptions
- mommy wants vodka
- moshka*
- mother in mourning
- motherhood and angels
- my journey towards my little miracle
- my pain i hide
- my reality
- my resurfacing
- my scar smiles at me
- mystery mommy
- nate nate roller skate
- needs new batteries
- nicolas' garden*
- no matter how small
- noah steven
- not done yet
- one big maybe
- one tired ema
- painted maypole
- phantom scribbler
- plan b
- please give me back my heart
- project t*
- punch drunk
- pyjama mummy
- raspberry chip
- relaxing in the parlor
- rhymes with javelin
- riding the grief rollercoaster
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- seed dispersal mechanisms
- slouching past 40
- so close
- so dear and yet so far
- special survivors
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- spiraling into control
- sticky bean
- sticky bun
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- sweet/salty
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- thalia's fertility journey
- that was the plan
- the callipygian chronicles
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- the journey from here
- the littlest bean
- the para graph
- the view from the hill
- the woman who cried pregnant
- there's hope
- think pink
- third time lucky
- this is not what i ordered
- this that and the mother thing
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- three minute palaver
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- trapped under ice
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- under the mad hat
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- uppercase woman
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18 comments:
I always thought the first green was purple (crocus) or yellow (forsythia) but maybe that's just where I live? The red buds are only now visible, and some cherries are in bloom already.
Spring has most certainly sprung down here. My allergy-tickled nose feels it for sure.
This poem, while one of my favorites, has always been very sad for me.
Good point.
I'm not sure I'd recognize spring if it bit me on the ass.
It started in earnest four weeks ago here, but I'm in the lovely Bay area so we're seriously spoiled when it comes to weather -- and yes, the buds do start red!
spring? what's spring?
Green, blue, red, yellow, orange..I don't care what colour spring is as long as it's not white or grey.
I just wish it'd get here already.
It's like 30 degrees out today. It does not feel like spring.
Though there are some crocuses up.
I'm a little puzzled by this whole spring thing, it seems to have got lost in the UK. My view out of the living room window bow looks identical to the one I had in December!
As for the last week I can safely say that spring is still m.i.a. in France, I have never been so cold!
Next week will be spent in Bulgaria skiing so I sincerely hope spring hasn't arrived there!
My 14 year old niece was working today on an assignment to analyze that poem.
There are some beautiful weeping willows I pass daily which are golden yellow, but otherwise, I agree that the first signs here are usually red breasts and red buds. You have to glance at certain angle to catch their secret, but I have seen it.
Just to make you all jealous, here in Alabama, the flowers have already bloomed and are dropping as the new leaves come through. Gotta love the south...
I just took pictures of all the blooming trees in my yard. But they have already bloomed, dropped their flowers and are sprouting with new green leaves.
Well the snow killed the crocuses so I'm not sure what that says about spring.
I long for spring. Not to tease us, but to come and stay...one day beautiful and the next snowy and cold...
I always used to love the spring.
signs point to yes. at least here in louisiana, where I've worn shorts 2 days in a row and my hubby is bugging me to turn on the air conditioner, the big wuss
It seems that we haven't had a real winter down here in years. Though I do love spring, I miss the wind and ice that makes me yearn for it. Of course, last year, winter stopped by for one wicked night in April after everything had bloomed or budded. We had no local peaches, pears, apples, strawberries, hydrangea blooms, or acorns last year. It was a hard year for all animals.
It looks like Christmas around here, so we're a long way from spring. But I'm sure if I trudge through the snow and look closely I might see a bud or two...
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