It is April. The sun is shining. The birds are singing (wow, are they ever!) There are new leaves and wee blossoms on the tree.
And we got a bunch of hail this afternoon.
It’s a wacky world, and I love it.
How have you all been?
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It is April. The sun is shining. The birds are singing (wow, are they ever!) There are new leaves and wee blossoms on the tree.
And we got a bunch of hail this afternoon.
It’s a wacky world, and I love it.
How have you all been?
Still snow in the shadows in our mountain town, but I see down the road there are college students studying in full afternoon sun on the patio of the taco bar. I took my chains out of the back of my truck today, daring the weather to deliver a surprise before fire season.
Guess what. I just moved to Seattle! Well, Kelley already knows, but other people don’t. : )
And I’ve been loving the (constantly) changing weather, but somehow I missed that hail! How the hell did that happen?
Wacky indeed, after a cold, snowy, wet and seemingly never ending winter, we blew right through to summer. It was 90 degrees here yesterday, I met my sister and a friend in Bryant Park, had a cold Margarita and soaked in all the warmth and beauty. It is so wonderful to see the flowers, the green grass and be outdoors. My favorite time of year and it did not disappoint!
Hope you are well.
Snow here this morning. Poor trees must be freaking out. They were partying like it was late spring already going into summer, and now they get hit by a frost.
I was slipping into a gloom everything-is-messed-up mode when Jack Gilbert came to the rescue with A Brief for the Defense. I decided he’s right in that:
We must risk delight. We can do without pleasure,
but not delight. Not enjoyment. We must have
the stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthless
furnace of this world. To make injustice the only
measure of our attention is to praise the Devil.
Loving our crazy world today.
Spring is here as well. I have dahlia and lily bulbs to plant – hopefully this evening or tomorrrow. Harvie is starting to bloom, Ariane’s and Celeste’s pre-bloom flower buds are swelling by the day (Jo can’t have kids so she says she is damn well naming the trees). Birdsong is sparse yet, but it will start soon, along with a percussion track thoughtfully provided by neighborhood woodpeckers. The bonus good news is that the roses all made it through their first winter.
I know it’s destructive as all hell, but I love hail. Pre-regrown myelin when I had almost no tactile sense left (and no sense of taste or smell either), I loved standing outside every time it hailed. The pelting was hard enough to actually register. It felt divine. I don’t need to stand outside in the hail to feel anymore, but I retain the gratitude.