Sunday, April 6

afternoon sit with the boy and the dog.

cold, raw day. cloudy, little breeze. haven't seen many birds at the feeders today, but heard chickadees, crows, doves while outside.

stood a little ways from the pine for today's sit. on the crest of a little rise, the yard and our neighbor's yards looked quite different to me; the new perspective showed me the land as simply land, not as the separate yards that i usually see when i look around. suddenly, i could see the whole picture of the land: the way it all descends generally in one direction, little soggy plateaus here and there, the open areas formed by mown areas, driveways, the road, and the forested areas left to grow tall.

the rodents' winter tunnels are all being exposed by the melting snow: long, winding mounds of mud running over the earth. some end at small holes descending into the ground, some simply lie there, like an impressively long dog poop.

one of the surveyors' tags moved slightly in the breeze as i was standing near it. i moved to it to look closely at it, thinking i saw some kind of mark on it. it has very faint images of the state of texas all over it.