We had a couple of days of unseasonably hot weather – almost 80° in April – and I thought all the blooming things would pop out and die fast – like in Hunter’s lyric for Eyes of the World – “the seeds that were silent all burst into bloom and decay”- (and whaddya know, the annotated G. Dead lyrics are now a Drupal site at UC-Santa Cruz – figures, since they now own the of the Dead archives)
But now it’s cooled off, 30s & 40s at night, 60s in the day time. It’s really, really dry though – I miss last year’s cold wet spring even though my CSA box was delayed. I guess I really should just give up and move to Seattle, where as my sister in law says, spring lasts from February to June, and something’s always blooming.
Purple plaid bells in my neighbor's garden, Saturday April 17
