Tuesday, May 15, 2012

I'm grateful for...Spring

  1. If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.

Anne Bradstreet--Meditations Divine and Moral

In the Northwest, good weather is something we never take for granted. It's mercurial at best, and gray skies are often the only constant. So spring 2012 has been a true gift with its mild temperatures, clear skies and bountiful flowers. 

Sometimes one has to look no further than what is right in front of us to see the beauty that surrounds us daily. As I walked around our yard today, I realized that winter was becoming a distant memory. And while I appreciate each season for its unique gifts, I think the transition from winter to spring is exceptionally liberating. There's something freeing about exchanging its heavy layers for spring's more diaphanous ones. 

Below are some spring images from my own yard.
One of the first signs of spring

Our orchard
The vegetable garden two weeks ago
The vegetable garden today

Rhodies! Washington's State flower

Lilacs! My favorite sign of spring in the NW
My side garden
Our resurrected chicken coop

The ladies in waiting

I am grateful for these longer, warmer days. I know they're unusual and that we may soon get the more typical "June Gloom." But for now, I'll savor the sun, the flowers, the blue skies and perfect temperatures. 


  1. Beautiful pictures, Robin! I'm so glad that you have been able to enjoy a gentle spring...Around here the fog has begun to envelop the Berkeley hills each afternoon and settle in until mid day, but those precious few hours of sun are so appreciated.

    After a somewhat dark academic year for me where I have faced down a few "one eyed" monsters, not the least of which is a standardized assessment system that sucks the life out of many of my students, I offer this ee cummings poem as an antidote:

    while you and I
    have lips and voices
    which are for kissing
    and to sing with,
    who cares if some
    one-eyed son of a bitch
    invents an instrument
    to measure spring with?

    Here's to kissing and singing! Happy spring! XO

  2. Love the poem, Margaret! Thank you and happy spring to you!!