double drabble: Hooked

Title: Hooked
Rating: U
Characters and/or Pairing(s): Lupin/Snape (passing ref to Hermione/Weasley)
Challenge: for toilntrouble's Drawble #19 by hezzy_4
Summary: Spring comes to Scotland, and Lupin goes north.
Disclaimer: No malice intended, no profit expected.
A/N: x-posted to lupin_snape as well. I was originally intending this to be a companion piece to Continuing -- but the image/PWP I still have in mind for that will have to be written some other time.

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Them megrims, they're stubborn. I'm stubborner.

An enumeration of antidotes to frustration and despair:

Baking gingerbread (using the recipe on a postcard significantowl sent to me).

Via ellid: The president of the Oglala Sioux Tribe intends to establish a Planned Parenthood clinic on Pine Ridge Reservation (located in South Dakota, but over which the state has no jurisdiction).

The beauty of frozen flowering trees: shimmering pink branches above the wall of a parking garage.

The newest edition of the Velveteen Rabbi's Haggadah is now downloadable. Its illustrators include Howard Cruse, whose Stuck Rubber Baby is regarded as a classic in some of my circles.

Receiving unsolicited compliments on my church's Stewardship page from someone I regard as one of my role models (in part because she's difficult to impress). (I'm the communications director of this year's campaign.)

Hot sakura (cherry blossom) tea, brewed from a packet given to me by a friend in Japan.

poem: "Season" (for kassrachel)

Happy belated birthday, kassrachel! Your friendship and encouragement mean a lot to me.

Hastily drafted (where does the time go!?), but heartfelt nonetheless:

Season

At this turn of the year, we are greedy for light
in the way that those who have dined too long
on heavy blandness crave the brightness
of unadorned salt and feathery sauces.

At this stretch of the year, we stubbornly sink
our teeth into all we can chew, no matter
how unpalatable the blessings sometimes remain
and how difficult they can be to swallow.

At this spin of the year, we count our candles
and all of the suns and the stars that command
our gifts of witness and our celebrations of choices:
here's to your new year. Here's to rejoicing.

With love,
Peg