Leaving town again tomorrow, and this is a hard time to go since the outdoors has become so inviting. Every year I give myself a birthday present of guilt free flower bed weeding in the last week in April. Yesterday, sitting in the dirt, carefully trying to pull single blades of grass, roots and all, without disturbing the delicate California Poppy plants, I wondered what it says about my personality that I love to do this so much. Sit on the ground, look at every single little weed and then essentially sculpt the flower beds, plant by plant. I was also thinking about birthdays. My mother had died before reaching 66. My father at age 66 was the proud parent of two very young children. I am somewhere in between. Very much alive, and yet certainly not in the parent stage of my life. Although I have shared my home with a 13 year old off and on this month, and will probably do so again. I have been regretting leaving because I will not get to see the slow emergence of the water lilies, all the different 100 year old daffodils, the apple tree in full bloom, and the many little green sprouts that are just beginning to take on their adult form, although not size. So I decided to take a few pictures before I go and my garden becomes a May garden.
Next time I take this picture we will be full into the buttercups. Moved from blues to yellows as the dominant color.
Time for the next stage. I have often thought that spring goes by so much more quickly than winter because the landscape changes from day to day, while during the winter it does not.
I'm away so much this time of year,this is the first spring in a long time that I have seen our spring flowers bloom.
Posted by: Allen | April 30, 2011 at 06:19 AM