“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose/ By any other name would smell as sweet.” Shakespeare’s Juliet was right, neither her love nor the season of flowers depend on a name, but oh my goodness these last days of May is extraordinarily sweet. I invite you to scroll through this post and linger over each botanical image. You will be elevated. You might even be inclined to find your own blooming spring beyond your doorway.
Green is back! Not the full verdant mantle across the tree tops but a yellow-green lightening the fields from one end of the county to the other, heralding a return of the living to our Winter-long monochromatic landscape. Snow Geese have returned from their southern haunts, along with their friends the Dabbling Ducks, flocks of Red-breasted Robins too, cocking their heads from side to side on the ready for any worm to show its soft body under the softening earth. I can’t imagine better news to share.
Snow, snow and more snow… this seems to be the first of April’s gifts if in fact one views snow this time of year as a gift. I can’t complain at all really, for snow has been sparse this past winter, and a day tending the wood stove an easy occupation instead of my daily routine. As of now we still have power [she knocks on wood] so we are happy.
Nine Cent Girl 