Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Tuesday dribbles leads to Wednesday sniffles...




The spring winds gust a trail up the Yangseo foothills, cold rain and white cherry tree petals riding its spine. The petals on the cherry tree in my school yard all planned a mass exodus yesterday and now lay like sweet smelling snow. I never thought I could be so happy watching the hills turn green even though the scraggly uneven green patches remind me of an adolescent boy trying to grow his first mangy beard. But I'm not complaining! Anything that smells remotely of spring gets me unreasonably excited and deliriously happy! Bring on the mange!

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

My chubby cheeked chipmunks...







"April showers bring May flowers..."

Spring has finally sprung in Korea! Or well really Spring came in with a multiple personality disorder this year, a devilish one at that, and after 6 months of winter that's just too cruel for words...I'm not entirely sure but I have a sneaky suspicion that the poet above was not talking about SNOW showers, but like most things in Korea, it musta got lost somewhere in translation...one day Spring teases you with new tree buds and 50 degree weather and the next it dumps snowflakes on your head...Yup, I'm pretty sure this is really Springs evil twin! But this week the cherry blossoms are blooming and my adorable snot-mongers are proudly dangling their wormy trophies that they caught in the near by stream in my face and holding my hand to show me the new bird eggs they found. Sigh...this is my favorite season for a reason! Sometimes I get down on my knees and thank god I have a nose!

The other day I found the school boys happily murdering a fat Spring mouse in the shade of our blingy yellow school bus. They pranced around proudly displaying their trophy crowing with glee. When they saw me watching with a sad look on my face they quickly put on their sad faces too and began digging a little burial grave for what was left of the little fella. They placed a big stone on top and marched around it in unison singing what I can only imagine to be a mouse funeral anthem and sending sneaky glances up at me to see if I was pleased. Carl came up to me and tried to explain with hand signs, a few English words, and his acting skills that cats kill mice so little boys should too! You just gotta love these kids!
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