My friend told me that as she drove her girls to school this morning, she had a “permagrin” on her face. And why? All the sunshine, of course! Sweet, sweet sunshine.
The rain has not let up for weeks. Not the drizzle sort of rain, but the angry, hail laced, coming down sideways in buckets sort of rain. The dreary, soggy days have caused even the most cheerful of friends to sink into a cesspool of gloom. But those days are over, at least for the next week. Waking to sunlight streaming through the window made me happy. My body felt light and my heart jumped for joy, causing my chest to tingle. I couldn’t wait to get outside, but first I had to get my son off to school and tend to some pressing office tasks.Working diligently, I pushed through, all the while longing to feel the sun on my shoulders. When I couldn’t take the waiting any longer, I grabbed my camera and skipped out the back door into the garden.
Rosemary and Carmella were scratching in the soil under the bottlebrush, letting the dappled light bathe their feathered backs. As I walked down the trail, they sensed my presence and nervously glanced at me, examining me like I was a stranger. That I was wandering around the garden seemed to shock them. It doesn’t surprise me that they have forgotten who I am; with weeks of wet weather, I haven’t spent much time visiting with them. Once they realized it was me, giver of all things good (corn scratch), they joined me on the lawn.
Sitting, chatting with the ladies, I noticed all of the blooming going on in the garden. California natives like Manzanita, Ceanothus, Ribes, scarlet mallow, and redbud brightened the yard. The peaches, pluots, and plums were finished blooming, but the blueberries and apples were just getting started. Spring, she’s finally here.