Uploaded on April 20, 2012
South winds jostle them,
Bumblebees come,
Hover, hesitate,
Drink, and are gone.
Butterflies pause
On their passage Cashmere;
I, softly plucking,
Present them here!
—Emily Dickinson
Collected Poems
04.20.2024: The crabapple tree’s leaves are getting ready to burst forth, so things are taking a bit longer this year. It probably has something to do with sunlight our evil overlords have been keeping from us so much lately.