Slow down, Spring. Please, slow down.
Your longer days bid me linger in your presence.
But, you’re passing so quickly I hardly have time to enjoy you. I’ll blink twice and you’ll be gone.
Stay with me…settle in and pass some time with me. Stay a while and let me soak up your sweetness and savor your beauty.
Red tulips. Yellow daffodils. Grape hyacinths. Flaming forsythia. Violet violets. Pink peach blossoms. Hot pink redbuds. Green clover. New leaf green.
You’re in such a hurry – rushing toward Summer…. Slow down.
Let me touch you…smell you…feel you…inhale you…enjoy you.
Pear blooms – nearly gone. Redbud burst blooms a week ago. Peach blossoms…dropping.
And, now…now Dogwood spreads its bracts, wider each day, pale green, greenish white, whitish green, whitish tan, whiter…then white as the flowers within them bloom.
Today, a cold front rolled through with rain and storms and wind. Tonight the temperature will feel more like Winter than Spring and offers a promise of frost for Easter morning.
Dogwood Winter is upon us.
That’s two down. Three more Winters to go.