"In Spring, nothing looks more like a clump of earth than the Darkling Thrush.." or something like that.
It took on a life of it's own and throughout the day it became...
The Darkling Thrust - when the VP in charge of staff poked his nose into the staff room and frowned.
The Darkling Rusk - when someone's toast was overdone.
The Darkling Gust - when a chilly wind blew in through an open window.
The Darkling Lust - yes, there was always the weird one salivating in the corner.
The Darkling Musk - to the teacher who always wore too much scent.
And so it went, here and there, now and then, a clever punster would resurrect the phrase to peals of laughter. Such is the headiness of Spring, when we are finally released from months of hunkering down in the darkness, waiting for a time when we can revel in the lushness of green, the warmth of air, the scent of earth and the trill of birdsong. Come clumps of earth and morph into thrushes, rushes, ruses or fuses that through the green leaves drive the flowers.
My staff room story is a moment in time I want to remember. I also want to remember the Spring of this pandemic. How the easing of the lockdown has sent waves of hope through those prisoned in tiny rooms, afraid to go out, terrified of catching, what could be a coughing death. Has IT "passed over"? Are we safe to open our doors?
I also want to remember the animals that came out of hiding, when we were in our hiding. I want to remember a boardwalk with a foxes' den under it. I want to remember all the stories of all the animals that walked fearlessly through city streets and parks, empty of people.
I, also, want to remember the birds in the garden - so many more than we have ever had in the past - blue jays, cardinals, robins, chick-a-dees, house finches, yellow finches, juncos, downy woodpeckers, sparrows - several different kinds and one that we may have wrongly identified as a hermit thrush - perhaps the original darkling thrush.
An engineer once told me that, if you were to give nature 50 years, it would take over all this development and return it to forest - how about 5 weeks?
Bring on The Sparkling Rush!!
Have a Spring Day