We like March
March 5, 2013
We’ve been looking for spring for so long, and now it finally seems to be just around the corner. Today I’m sharing some photos from my favorite lunch spot. It’s a cozy family-owned business, where I go almost every day for a chat with Omer and Dzemila, coffee and some hearty traditional food. 
On the walls are photos of Omer with American ambassadors, all the high representatives and even Queen Noor of Jordan.
In the summer the courtyard is full of roses. We were overjoyed to see the pussy willow starting to put out buds. It’s still grey outside, but things are changing.
Emily Dickinson has five poems about march, but this one is my favorite… It was in a children’s poetry anthology I had when I was a little girl. In kindergarten I copied this poem out to make a card for my mother:
We like March — his shoes are Purple.
He is new and high —
Makes he Mud for Dog and Peddler —
Makes he Forests Dry —
Knows the Adder’s Tongue his coming
And begets her spot —
Stands the Sun so close and mighty —
That our Minds are hot.
News is he of all the others —
Bold it were to die
With the Blue Birds buccaneering
On his British sky —
Makes he Mud for Dog and Peddler —
Makes he Forests Dry —
Knows the Adder’s Tongue his coming
And begets her spot —
Stands the Sun so close and mighty —
That our Minds are hot.
News is he of all the others —
Bold it were to die
With the Blue Birds buccaneering
On his British sky —
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pilgrimography 
that’s a lovely poem.
It’s so funny that you posted this today, because we’re just getting another snowstorm! It’s exciting to see signs of spring in your photos. I love the poem too.