We just had a gorgeous weekend, with warm sun, breezes and the scent of spring in the air. In the morning the birds are singing; mostly robins, warbling their pretty songs as they stake out territory for the coming season.
It’s only February, and I know this is just our annual February “Spring tease,” but these vernal coming attractions lift the spirit and keep you going, bringing hope and renewal, with light at the end of the long dark tunnel of a Northwest winter that had plenty of cold and rain this year, and a liberal dose of snow as well.
It’s raining again now, but this warm sneak preview will keep me going through the bluster of March and tentative stirrings of life in April. Then comes May, with her riot of growth like an all night party that goes on for a month. By the beginning of June it feels like we live in a jungle, with everything juicy and lush and expectant. The riot is over, and moves into a quietly charged, heavy, pregnant feeling, as the frenzy of growth evens out, sets fruit and begins to ripen. The long lazy days of summer are ahead. Oh yeah.