Winter was long and harsh and cold and how I longed for Spring. And I waited, but not not so very patiently for it.
And then spring came!
And it came with a rush
And a swirl of everything that had been waiting to bloom.
Everything blooming at once.
Every blade of grass, every tree every, weed, every seed
exploded to life.
One week it was sleeting and the next week
there were tiny leaves on the trees.
And i relished them all,
red flowering juice
dog toothed violet
yellow lady slipper
lily of the Valley
all are in bloom at once.
I think it unlikely I will ever see this again.
Then there are the blossoms I don't know the names of. Ah so many things, simple things that make my heart sing.
The Old Farmer used to say that "if it's a good lilac year, it's gonna be a good garden year." And so it goes on this first day of June, this first day of meteorological summer.