4.18.16 As the land inhales mid-April

Down by the farmers fields , there's an unspoken queue. Seriously. Somehow, I inadvertently nabbed the 10:00 -10:30 am slot, mostly by always showing up then, after driving Kevin to work. Most places people come willy nilly. Not this place. 

If they drive by and see you , they quietly pass by and then park, wait. Possibly turn round politely and make another pass; see how you're coming along . No overlap. 

So I go early today so Kevin can take the car and I can have a crasho day, in case I can sneak in to an opening. 

Only the 8:30-9:00 has come and gone ( woman with small polite Pit) and the 9:00-9:30 is there with her small white dog . 

So we pass, and park far down, watching the wild winds press the enormous dark clouds around .
We drive by again to give up , and return to our own place in the queue tomorrow. 

As the land inhales mid-April,
as so much sputters and emerges
and begins to bloom.