Friday, April 23, 2010
The Signs of the Season
My favorite wild rose bush is covered in buds and just beginning to flower. The promise of a wall filled with its deep magenta is there... next week?
The cherry tree is nearly all leaf, its last blossoms hanging on for another couple of days.
The tiny thornless roses behind the pool are bursting into bloom, and stretching across the fence, filling the back garden with their light yellow tufts.
The neighbor's wysteria (glicine) is fully in blossom, a wall of magical purple cascades that I do so wish I could transplant to my facade...
The vegetable patch is coming up, happy potato plants amidst a few weeds, delicate peas.
And a forest of strawberries fit for a storybook tale of fairies and shrinking children playing hide and seek.
The nose sniffles as the fluffy things fall from the trees, filling the ground with their wafting cotton.
And the mosquitoes are happily birthing their babies and sending them to feast upon our blood as we contemplate sleep. A few head slaps before the mind finally shuts down is my new routine. Mosquito screens before the 1st of May? That's what a moist winter and early spring bring. Happily, I hear the frogs croaking away in the evening. Gorge yourselves I pray to them, consume the babes before they reach my window and my ever tender neck.
In the morning, the birds sing me awake as the sky turns slowly gray. Yes, I'm still not sleeping over much past 5AM, but I feel the slump passing, and the beauty surrounding me nourishing me and pushing me forward.
Le monde s'épanouit autour de moi.