A Magical Time

                                                                                     

The star magnolia, forsythia, and flowering quince know it.

                                                             

  The tender green of the weeping willow flutters in the breeze.

                                                            

The weeping cherry is awash in palest pink.

And in their rocky nook, the hellebores reach for the sun.

And all shall be well, and all shall be well, and all shall be exceeding well.  Julian of Norwich.

Of course, it could still come a freeze--but nothing can take the beauty of this day from me.

                                                         

Fleeting Beauty

Sunday was rainy and chilly, but the spring blossoms shone through the gloom. Redbud and forsythia-- lots of forsythia--are having their moment.

And the quince and the star magnolia and the weeping willow, as well as an unidentified, white-blossomed tree up the mountain--perhaps a haw?

Dropping temperatures may soon destroy all this loveliness, but they can't undo my enjoyment of the moment.

 

Too Beautiful, Too Early

Idyllic days...

Of course, enjoyment of those days is tempered by thoughts of climate change, as well as the memory of a March blizzard and April snows of the past.

But who can argue with the impatience of the weeping cherry

                                Or the insistent daffodils?

 

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