No Baby Yet

9 Aprile & still waiting for rain. The Almanac predicts hottest summer in 100 yrs.
I predict this will be my true Calaveritas initiation...

Returned from Oakland today & discovered that my bucket of mulch leaves for the Already Famous & Mysterious Indoor Compost Toilet has begun to sprout - bright yellow shoots from the dark cakey layers of fall leaves. Although I haven't yet seen them, I can hear that the cows are back in the flat, again wearing their bells. The sound like a song sung to the few folk who live here, missed when absent.

Sunset now approaches the hill next to the barn. A pelican has just flown over with a teary, paperlike cry. On the roadsides weather-cooked acorns have descended their rootlet tentacles into the earth, pale oakshoots emerging. Amazing that these beings begin so tenderly, at the edges.


* NO BABY YET is a traditional Calaveritas idiom. Something you (along with maybe the whole town) are waiting for but it's not yet come.