Just as we lose hope
she ambles in,
a late guest
dragging her hem
veil of mist,
of light rain,
in our ears;
and we forgive her,
we throw off
By Linda Pastan
(“Spring” by Linda Pastan from Heroes in Disguise. © Norton, 1991. Reprinted with permission.)
The winter was abominable, interminable, execrable! I’m sure there are many more pejoratives we’d be ABLE to come up with. But at last —– at last! — it seems to be over and done with. Mother Nature has relented. The Fat Lady (remember her?) has sung at last.The daffodils are gone already, dandelions have arrived, lilac bushes are blooming, and the azaleas have begun.
SPRING! We’d all begun to think that this year it wouldn’t happen at all. We welcome you with open arms —-
Echoing your big sigh of relief. I’ve got peas up, and potatoes, and now am hoping the big rains don’t wash them all into a puddle of mud at the bottom of the garden beds!
They wouldn’t dare, Pauline!
(We need a fierce face emoticon here.)
We do indeed and you’ve had a very long wait 🙂
I feel like I’m coming out from under some huge smothering quilt —
look at the blue sky (well, metaphorically, it’s raining today)! and the tender new green! and the pretty flowers!
Thanks for visiting, Gilly.
The pleasure is mine 🙂
Forget the Daffodils: Dandelions – ever present flower of spring. The leaves are great for salad too – ask our Budgies – though you should wash them well in case the neighbor’s cats got there first 😉
That really made me laugh!
Especially because the French name for them (I’m pretty sure of this) means Pee-in-the-bed!
Test comment – Hi Judith… Just sent a proper comment to you but it hasn’t appeared. I think the Akismet is playing up again 😦
You’re absolutely right, Martin.
I found both this and the other comment chucked away in Spam by Akismet.
Let’s hope it’s off their hit list now! 😦
Love the poem; sounds like such a tardy spring. Hope her ‘hem of wildflowers’ billows in the breeze.
Isn’t that a lovely image?
Spring is trailing in modestly here —
Have to go to your blog and find out in what manner autumn is entering there!
A very welcome and long-awaited for Spring for you guys!
Was your summer great, though? And autumn’s now on its way?
Happy Fall to you!
It’s winter here, May-July!
We had an exceptionally hot and humid summer, it seemed never-ending and Autumn seemed over before it begun.Now we are in winter which is my favourite time of year in Oz – warm days and cool nights….perfect!
Your Oz winter sounds like my ideal summer —
Love the poem – even more so your emergence from winter doldrums! xoxo
Thank you kindly, Jen!
I ironed some summer blouses this afternoon! Warm wishes and all the joys of spring to you Judith!
No torn veil and trailing-hem wildflowers for you, Patti. Freshly ironed summer blouses! A salute to Spring that really respects the Lady!
(I feel like I’m coming back to life. You sound like you’re there already.)
Oh Judith, if only you knew how much I am dragging my hem . . . only days back from the UK with sweet bluebells everywhere. And dandelions! Thrilled to know you are coming back to life, let’s all take our time!
I can guess. I’ve been lucky enough to see the bluebells in Spring in England. No wonder the Nature poets rhapsodized the way they did over them — the woods were carpeted and blanketed with that vibrant blue — it shimmered among the trees. Oh, yes! Maybe there are some patches of bluebells in Central Park —
oh the relief, the blessed welcome of Spring – especially after such a hard and long winter. Dandelions are welcome indeed!
Yes Yes Yes —
Your new blog format is most appealing, Joss. Many thanks for your visit.
oh thank you. It felt like it needed a spring freshening up!
A perfect poem to match your photo. What a lovely post to start the day with!
I hope your day continues full of smiles, Naomi!
Your gorgeous photo and that enchanting poem are both so evocative of spring Judith. We could do with a bit of her misty veil though, the mercury is soaring toward 40 Celsius here!
Sounds more like an oven setting than an ambient temperature for humans!
Stay as cool as you can, Madhu!