Another Month Flies By On Dove Colored Wings
The pear blossoms literally were decaying before my eyes with the endless rains.
The new growth of the carpet rose glistens like it is forged of precious metal. Nothing is as it seems as the sinuous fog slithers in.
I have to admit loving the gentle rains and cooling temperatures we have been having, but raging storms have been visiting us a little too frequently. The only iris to fully open braves the storm predicted for this evening. The crepe paper petals are laden with moisture.
This morning the fog laid heavy and low, smothering the colors of Spring. Up close, color takes on a clear, creepy vibrancy, but a view down the street really shows the mood and atmosphere of the day. There is beauty in the blandness as shapes dissolve and edges blur. The repeating line of the trees and light standards march down the road to fade to nothing.
I like the look of fog too, but you just never feel like it is a great time to be out with a camera. The air is chillingly still, the birds are disturbingly silent, the place is grayed to the color of dove.
But not to lament, Spring is here but just wearing a different coat. Cloaked by the fog, dressed for rain, the sun dancing in and out like a supporting player.
Others, late-blooming like Queen of the Night, arrive to weather of their liking. The Queen has lightened through the years. She also shrank in size. Arriving to temps in the eighties, she hastily retreated in years prior.
Viola Forget-me-nots Rose standard
Lilac is the color of the Spring backyard, the iris are yet to come…. but following, the peonies blossom pink and yellow to start the color change for the seasons. The transformation begins…Allium to iris to lily…. and so much more.