Out late this afternoon in Blue River looking for signs and colors of Spring. These sandhills take my breath away with their quiet beauty and secret details, inscriptions describing the biology of place and alchemical wildness surrounding us, cryptic motifs of an austere environment not yet given over to the rioting of summer seeds and grasses.

We're in the process of adding a permanent note of springtime to Chestnut Street, going from deep winter Addams Family grey to sunflower yellow in a few thousand brushstrokes! Trees are budding and tulips popping on this perfect spring day, going out to enjoy the sun and consider how to layout the garden for this year's crops.

Taxes done, good weather, National Library Week and National Poetry Month all in one day. We live rich lives these days compared to the struggles of generations that went before us. Yet still we and our children war, destroy and live in fear of loss of wealth or status. What species is this that doesn't just get on cheerfully with life when the sun shines. A red cardinal in our feeder flinging black sunflower seeds aside while feasting sings within a joy maybe beyond most of us; and we think we know?

Spring Thaw! Now that our fingers are unfrozen there may be more blog posts :)Busy at the library with programming adventures for April ( National Library Week and National Poetry Month) and Summer Library Program- Bugs! for the kidz and Metamorphosis for t/weens. Also The Art by the Stream festival is coming in June, with much yet to do. Auction at the Central House will be held in a week and we're still working on the Youth Art display. Wow, life out in the country can be just as busy as Chicagoland, never bored, that's a fact.