Perhaps Odin and Thor have finally stomped off into someone else's yard. Yesterday afternoon I found a patch of dry land, and dug it up, and it was black and thawed and full of earthworms. My heart is lifting. The boy's track shorts are drying fitfully on the line. The joyous poodle skips through the puddles. The wheelbarrow is full of last year's sticks and stems. The green onions and chives are thrusting through the soil; dandelions are lurking among the stones. My garden proper is still covered with snow, but a robin is striding across the driveway, and the pileated woodpeckers are shouting romantically in the dead trees.
Here's a String Field Theory cover of a Richard Thompson song, "1952 Vincent Black Lightning." We don't do too many covers, but this one is my favorite.