LA PRIMAVERA CORONA 2020 Snowdrops have been out for several weeks and are almost finished. The yard is carpeted in the little blue flowers whose name I’ve never learned. A young woodchuck is wandering the neighborhood at dawn and twilight and sometimes in broad daylight. The first I’ve ever seen on this street and I have no explanation for his invasion. He seems to be solo, no family attached. I clipped forsithea branches in mid-February to force them and brighten my home, but now the shrubs themselves have burst into a sea of brilliant yellow on their own. The cherry tree outside the kitchen has buds that are holding back but visibly ready to burst on the first warm day. The begonias in my living room that sport beautiful large leaves all winter have sent up their slender spikes with the delicate pink blossoms. A few weeks ago an ambitious and optimistic pair of house sparrows began to construct a nest in the birdfeeder outside my kitchen window that my s
Book author Emita Brady Hill's thoughts, memories, and discussions of her books: Northern Harvest, Bronx Faces and Voices, and her travels to the Texas Mexico border to help and cook for the migrant asylum seekers.