Not my Favorite Season
It's here! Or will be tomorrow. I always thought that seasons began on the 21st of the appropriate month, but here's Google saying Happy Spring to me today, the 20th. When did that change?
A view from the deck, above.
Spring is here. It's not my favorite season. It's perhaps the most highly anticipated, but for sheer delight I'll take summer please, or perhaps early autumn. I like it warm and the temperatures rarely climb high enough for me on the west coast.
Ranunculus like it cool. I like looking at them through the glass doors as I eat.
A fat bead of water nestles next to the barest beginning of a tulip bulb, still hidden deep within the curl of leaves. Winter pansies are getting ready to bloom again.
Seasons here fade and brighten slowly, imperceptibly. Winter putzes along, alternating rain and sun, with a few frosty mornings as a nod to the season. Spring pokes her nose in now and then while winter gives a few last paltry efforts and finally gives up trying. Spring throws a fit now and then, blowing hot and cold, frustrating gardeners, tourists and small children who want to throw off jackets and run barefoot through the sprinkler. Charming. Annoying. Capricious. That's spring.
Primulas above on my mantel. I used a BeFunky edit to give them the watercolor look - not the Waterlogue App - don't know if I'm techy enough for that one.
Welcome spring. I'm going to try enjoying you to the full this year, in spite of your moodiness.