Yesterday the rain fell softly on the roof, drumming gently in the sweet rhythm of spring. At one point, I walked outside, and although still a tad chilly, I could smell it.
It doesn’t smell like summer.
Summer is completely different. More complex. It has history in its dewdrops and dust around its edges. Summer is a lily. Strong, colourful, ribald. Sure and ripe.
It’s cared for and documented, lest we forget.
It’s eye achingly beautiful, so we won’t.
It’s urgent, and come hither. And it’s stop, don’t you dare.
It’s love me, leave me…
and I’ll be back, right behind my pale sister, Spring.
Wait for me.
Wait for me.
8 comments:
Lovely post and lovely photos. Over the weekend I saw my first-of-season Northern Parulas and Swallow-tailed Kites, so spring is definitely here! I hope it's just as nice up where you are.
Thank you Felicia...starting to warm up here, finally! Love Northern Parulas!!
Walking outdoors this morning after the weekend rains truly did smell like spring. Lovely photos.
It's already like this in Canada? Still a little chilly in Vegas.
Beautiful photos.
I love this post! Beautiful photos and words, thumbs up!
It seems the whole Western Hemisphere is waiting on Spring this year. I know I am. I have some daffodils blooming, but the weather persists in being damp and chilly. We should have a beautiful Spring when it finally gets here.
Outstanding!
Spring is spring here at last!
I know that sweet spring rain smell you speak of... beautiful photos on this post.
Today it snows. A storm. Winter's last hurrah... I hope! Yesterday afternoon was sunny and a balmy 67 degrees. :-(
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