Dear Jasper and Kestrel,
Even though the moving people don’t come to move the furniture until next Wednesday, we are making countless trips with boxes for the new house. Since the kitchen is “my domain”, as Grandpa Nelson says, I need to get it set up so I can find things when I move back up in June. I think he is afraid of lost baking equipment delaying cookie production, but I am happy to get it organized.
In addition, yesterday I made four trips back and fourth on foot, new house to old house and back again. The walk is only about 10 minutes and the spring color is worth every step. I have decided to use one if my favorite poems, and my own photographs, to express my joy in the season. I apologize ahead of time for any errors in spacing. This is special poetry.
INJUST by e.e. Cummings
In Just-
Spring when the world is mud-
Lucious the little lame
Balloon man
Whistles far and wee
And eddieandbill come
running from marbles and piracies and
it’s
spring
When the world is puddle- wonderful
The queer
old balloon man
whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbell come dancing
From hopscotch and jump-rope and
It’s
spring
And
the
goat footed
balloon man whistles
far
and wee
