Hooray for a Central Oregon Spring!

 

"The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in his Heaven—
All's right with the world!"
-  Robert Browning, The Year's at the Spring

 

 

"'Tis like the birthday of the world,
When earth was born in bloom;
The light is made of many dyes,
The air is all perfume:
There's crimson buds, and white and blue,
The very rainbow showers
Have turned to blossoms where they fell,
And sown the earth with flowers."
-  Thomas Hood

 

 

We so seldom get a spring in Central Oregon, that this glorious year I am beside myself in wonder at the weather. This week all our trees and plants are leafing, budding, blooming and spreading their pollen. The sky is blue, the clouds are white puffs, and the temperature is a wondrous 78 degrees, with cool mornings and breezy evenings. I think one season of spring is enough to make up for the many I have lived without. It is truly glorious.

I was reading in 'The Magic Apple Tree' yesterday, a book about life in a small English village in the 1980's and saw a good description of May.

 

"In the spring, bit by bit, day by day, as the nights lengthen and the weather brightens, and as the gardens are sown and planted, the village comes to life again, and people come out into the open. There may be dark days still, and there is more rain and greyness, too, as the winter drags itself slowly away over the hill. But there are some fresh, clear mornings, with the dew on the grass, and balmy breezes on which the smells of grass and freshly-turned soil come, and in May there is real warmth in the sun and all things are burgeoning."