It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet.... As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way, his eye... ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn. ~Washington Irving, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow"
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Ode To Spring
What flower this be..cold and wet?
The Snowball bush has left me yet? But wait...
Tis not a flower, tis a clod of hail.
And my garden looks all frozen and frail.
The sky was dark, The earth was white.
It was a fearful, awesome sight.
(We had a spring storm move over us yesterday afternoon that just about rearranged the landscape around here. Lightening, thunder and hail rained down on us. It was a purple cell on the weather channel. Quite exciting but, oh, my poor irises and roses.
I think Mother Nature is having a hard time letting go this year. She loves to speak in excesses when she knows that Summer is coming. Like a child that knows how to get attention, she decided to have a tantrum yesterday and let us know that she is still, and always will be, someone who commands respect.
I think this was her last hurrah until next year. Today, the sun shines...