These scenes are achingly beautiful and SO very short.
I wish I could post a more upbeat photograph to mark Earth Day but, the rain and gloom of today seems more appropriate. If those in power (I’m looking at you Trump.) don’t wake up soon to the disaster this planet is facing our grandchildren are facing a terrible future.
Rain, rain and more rain soaks us, yet the colors of spring turn the gloom into glory.
“Harshness vanished. A sudden softness
has replaced the meadows’ wintry grey.
Little rivulets of water changed
their singing accents. Tendernesses,
hesitantly, reach toward the earth
from space, and country lanes are showing
these unexpected subtle risings
that find expression in the empty trees”….Rilke
We’re in Petaluma, California right now and It’s spring out here and the cherry trees are in bloom. Here’s an example.
The bright soft succulence of new growth brings promise to a harsh world that so often squanders this treasure. But I keep on hoping.
Today the temperature here in Boston went over 70 degrees. It’s time to do some serious mental housecleaning and begin to concentrate on the all the beauty that surrounds us.
You can feel change coming. A seasonal tug of war is going on now. One moment the boney hand of winter grips our throats, the next the soft breath of spring caresses our cheeks. Snow, what there is of it, is dirty. Not yet, not yet but new life is near.
These were happy little spring flowers yesterday. They were peaking their heads up in the next block down the hill from us. Today with the wind chill, the temperature hovering just above zero, I’m afraid they’re no longer there.
We’re back here for the weekend. Our old stomping grounds never looked looked so good. Even these weeds look lovely as they flow in a golden stream towards Penobscot Bay.
The choreography among these branches is what drew me to this image.