Heading down to ZMM tomorrow to a retreat with writer / translator David Hinton. I’m feeling increasingly like one of those old recluse poets like Han Shan. His name means Cold Mountain in Chinese. I’m thinking of taking the name Cold River, or Sông Lạnh in Vietnamese.
Saw the first goldfinches of spring today. They must have been shocked at the amount of snow, but happy, I presume, at the full bird feeders. The breeding plumage of the males not quite filled out, rough drafts of summer.