Wednesday, May 9, 2012

The heartbreak of commuting by behbehreindeer


Commuting by them is pure torture, as I want to go in and cuddle them and bury my nose in their fuzz! I was let into the pen once, by a very amused worker. Surprisingly, adult reindeer are pretty blasé; but the behbehs let you nowhere near them. It was soul-crushingly disappointing. I didn't even get to feel the fuzziness, even once. Sigh.

In other news, greenup is gamely proceeding:

A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period —
When March is scarcely here

A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.

It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know
It almost speaks to you.

Then as Horizons step
Or Noons report away
Without the Formula of sound
It passes and we stay —

A quality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a Sacrament.

--Emily Dickenson


Allmycke said...

No fair! Around here there isn't even the shadow of little mouse ears on the trees!
I haven't been out to see any reindeer calves yet, but I know just exactly how adorable they are.

mdr said...

I wonder what kind of tree budding you have there? Do you suffer from hay fever during this season?

Arvay said...

It's birch and aspen, and willow, too. Quite a few people are allergic to birch, and have bad reactions. I, however, am not.

mdr said...

I am glad.

Rena said...

any inclination to make your own birch syrup one of these days? I recall seeing simple metal taps at your Alaska feed store. We bought a small bottle of birch syrup - did not think it was as delicious as maple syrup, but it was interesting, nevertheless.

Arvay said...

I've tried birch syrup. As much as I *wanted* to like it (to be a good tree-hugger, consume locally, etc), I did not. It tasted pretty vile.

mdr said...

Birch syrup doesn't taste good, I might have tasted it somewhere before