Short and Sweet

After another sedentary winter, I seem to have found my feet at last, getting my usual late start on the yard work (on the day every black fly south of Canada hatched out in my leaf litter), revisiting my favorite neighborhood haunts: the quarry just upstream on the Raquette, the piney overhang above the falls at Hannawa, the Sugar Island loop of the Red Sandstone Trail. And trailing Kyoto and Washington DC by a month, the cherry blossoms are just about ready to pop here. That makes it the perfect time for our occasional foray into haiku, the traditional art form for the season. Try capturing the pure flavor of spring, then boil it down to seventeen syllables, the way watery sap is reduced to syrup, the way that bees make honey. Then lick your fingers clean and email your effort to openstudio@ncpr.org.

We'll post your submissions on the web, and read the most succulent entries on the next edition of Open Studio. Here's one from me:

Maybe trillium
will have blossomed overnight
since my last walk here