Springtime Reflections
Hello Sunshine.
This is my favorite time of year. I love standing under an apple tree or a cherry tree and looking up. This year, because of the crazy weather of cold and hot, and a touch of snow, my tree is sparse. It usually looks like this.
Now the leaves have started to come out, and it is in its next stage. The daffodils, tulips, and lenten roses are tougher, and they have withstood the pendulum of weather.
This time of year, I especially love Emily Dickinson. She has a way of expressing Spring’s character.
PURPLE CLOVER
There is a flower that bees prefer,
And butterflies desire;
To gain the purple democrat/
The humming-birds desire.
...
THE GRASS
The grass so little has to do,—-
A sphere of simple green,
With only butterflies to brood,
And bees to entertain.
...
We have uncovered my plant stand, and I have started spinach seeds. I have noticed our patio furniture is worn. Somehow, I didn’t notice it last fall. I did purchase a new rocking chair, the type that swivels and rocks. My husband will be glad. No matter where I put the one I have, he catches his ankle on its rockers. I imagine the old one will find itself on the curb as soon as the new one is put together. I’m hoping this new one is a tad higher, since I love to write outside, and the current one is low to the table.
The horseradish turned out so good this year, or I did a better job of grinding it. I recommend to everyone who loves horseradish to grow their own. Of course, in the early spring when it’s still chilly, you have to open all the windows while grinding. Picture yourself cutting into an especially juicy onion. The horseradish makes it hard to avoid its fragrance, and Kleenex is necessary for your runny nose and tearing eyes.
Greeting my neighbors and catching up with them is also one of my favorite things in the Spring. Walking Sunshine and Livie, our doodles, take a bit longer, but it is worth hearing their news.
Here’s to a continued good Spring Season and fewer scary threats from our President.
Sunshine to you,
Sandra