February 29, 2008

Leap day of leap year. Coffee with Tom this morning, the first time I’ve met with him since the birth of his son, the first time he met with me since we moved my father down from Akron. Life changes all around us. August was sick the first few days, and Tom said, "I never stopped crying."

It must be terribly cold outside, for the furnaces hisses and rumbles. The little night animals leave tracks in the remnants of snow on my porch. The crocus–gold and pale lavender-- the pulmonaria, the Lenten rose, and the violas are unvexed by the cold and snow.