Tag: Vermont

LOVE at First CLICK (me & DSL)

LOVE at First CLICK (me & DSL)

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Oh, DSL, how do I love thee?  Let me count the ways…

(Goltzius/visipix.com)

We’ve only been together for what? 72 hours?  And already, I have a list of things I just love about you!

  1. You’re so RESPONSIVE.

  2. You’re so EASY going.

  3. You’re so FLEXIBLE that I can leave & come back later.

  4. You maintain your CONNECTION despite my absence.

  5. You SHARE everything with me–even video.

  6. There’s so much more left to EXPLORE between us.

  7. But I can finally do just ONE THING AT A TIME because you’re FULLY PRESENT.

And best of all, our courtship has been limited these past days to a single location.  But if my ears hear correctly, a truck has just made a delivery to my doorstep–and soon…You & I will be FREE to explore our relationship beyond bounds!

(Gerard/detail/visipix.com)

ps. That sound I heard in my driveway WASN’T a delivery truck FINALLY dropping off my wireless modem—it was the school bus driver dropping off our weekly eggs.  The saga continues…

(click below to read previous posts)

Dial UP?  Seven Steps to Sanity

Living in the Void

Ode to Dial-up

Kelly Salasin

The Mud Angel

The Mud Angel

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mpinwheel-daffodilA few years back my family and I rented a house atop of Cow Path Forty–What a winter!  It seemed to snow more in March that year than it did all season.  We watched as the plow piles in our driveway reached alarming heights.  And then it all began to melt…

Each day was another adventure as we maneuvered our way up and down our road, dodging the deepest of ruts.   We thought a lot about cows and demolition derbies, but nothing encouraged us more than the discovery made one day at the crest of our hill: 

a large sunshine-colored pinwheel was planted smack in the middle of the tiny pond that had formed in our road.

So deep was this rut that her plastic-petaled face survived for days without being crushed.  The sight of her buoyed us through all that brown…  with the promise of SPRING!

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The Promise of Spring

The Promise of Spring

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Betwixt and between

winter and spring

snow and soil

Heavy waters travel the stream bed

birthing winter’s load

Serpentine path through pond ice

widening each day

Frosty breezes cross the mud, called road

fresh as laundry on the line

Sunlit yard all toasted coconut

dolloped with mallow still

What magics keeps snow under such a sky?

Vernal pools

awaiting

Palette of bird calls

expanding

Misty cool dawn

of departure

and arrival

Promising change

Kelly Salasin, Spring 09

The Season of Mud

The Season of Mud

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Mud season

rises up

beneath us…

As the snows melt

and the roads soften

Driving begins to feel

–and sound–

more like surfing…

And walking

is even more

a delight!

Once solid,

the Earth

now moves

like a water bed

under my boot.

I count

61 trees down

between our land

and Neringa Pond

Chewed stumps,

the work

of resident

Beavers.

Neighbors

marvel

at the Birch

nearly two-feet round

bearing teeth marks–

Some overly confident

teenage beaver

no doubt,

whose bravado

blinds him to the distance

between this tree

and his den.

Soon

it will dive into the road

creating yet another

perspective

for our travels

in

this,

the season

of

mud.

K. Salasin, 2010