This is how mad I am for spring: I bought myself a wild edible collecting bag (okay, a 3.99 cotton sack from the co-op) but just for thinking of all those times last summer that I crushed my lovely chanterelles into neon orange smears, or needing to take off my shirt and carry them through the back country so romantically cradled in the fabric. I miss them. I want everything right now; I feel so mighty expansive.
There's one reason: the signs. I'll present a list of them.
- clumps of salamander eggs floating in the deep ruts of a bright black trail, their bodies just pinpricks the size of irises, narrow with potential
- the way the birds have woken up and begun shrieking
- I wanna new tattoo
- broadhead spears of green bulbs poking up around my yard and looking so frankly dangerous
- can't manage to wear the least bit of unders all of a sudden
- toads singing in the cold cold woods as evening burns on
- the smell of it all - crush and promise
- how I want strawberries again
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