mayday

it feels like spring today. 
the promise kept.
two good trees 
spruce and butternut 
this went down in april 
 remains of the milkhouse
mosquito nesting ground
photographer's sarcophagus 
 no insect activity
yet 
but a woman with 
green striped socks
waits 
 she matches these 
fiddleheads
protected by down
deliberate?
oh, no
 my 
reward for this
winter of hard times 
 
the fiber of winter
 disappearing
under the green frayed cloth
of may
it's mayday
today i put out 
hummingbird feeders
a huge commitment 
as far as i can tell
 finished the pure hosta
added a little abaca
ready for milkweed pulp 
tiny sheets
a tiny home
and blackflies are swarming
not biting much
yet.

more paper

i came home and walked wendy 
to her delight
 then made a few hosta sheets 
wet, greenish. 
i dry these on boards
they are very high shrinkage, so when they start to peel 
and they always do
(almost)
i'll bring them in the house and use blotters and weight to finish drying.
vat still hostaful
guardian of the paper mill
(not pleased by the camera)
 we went back out to check
 saw a surprise
was seen by a surprise
(besides the greening meadow)
curiosity