Mother Earth
End of last week, I was walking through the park on a lovely day and the ducks were fucking like mad. All I could think was more ducks. Because come spring there would be ducklings galore from all this carrying on. Well today, I saw nasturtiums in one neighbor’s yard and daffodils in another. What goes on? Is it spring already?
Sure enough I had been thinking about the groundhog and what he saw and when he was supposed to see it and found out Groundhog’s Day took place on February 2nd and indeed he did not see his shadow and so an early spring is predicted.
Seems like I have come this far in life only to be able to read the signs of nature – harsh winter means pelicans come back early, early spring fucking ducks in February, and so on.