Excitement comes when I stroll my backyard among the little grove of fruit trees. The orange, grapefruit (two varieties), lemon, apricot, peach, and plum are budding small white flowers, and bees buzz happily among them. The sage, rosemary, and basil bloom alongside the hibiscus tree. All, but my Spanish grapes, seem to be in full spring swing.
This year we've had a long cool winter and a wonderfully wet spring. As a result, fecundity abounds in my garden. My little urban nature area relaxes and imbues the spirit. At the moment, I look out my window and see soft rain gently falling turning the grass emerald green. The roses appear luminous, their brilliant colors glisten in the diffuse daylight.
It is an overcast Saturday afternoon. The kind of day to curl up with a good book, or wistfully compose introspective poetry with your "teetering bulb of dread and dream" (line in the poem the Floor by by Russell Edson). I think I'll give it a try...
A Spring Day
An auspicious day I suspect
when writers write, artists create,
and the mind quiets down to contemplate.
When soft rain melts away winter's shroud
and awakens the dormant leaf
When horizons roil in dark black cloud
and creatures revive from winter's release - by Chelse Benham (a Lae Lae team member)