I wish I could slow down Spring and watch it in slow motion, rewind, pause, and make it last longer. I am greedy that way. I've been doing what I do every May - taking an insane amount of pictures, fighting with my digital point and shoot camera, trying to catch what I'm seeing so I can look at it some more. I keep all my pictures archived on my hard drive by date, partly so I can compare variations in bloom time over the years.I used to keep one of those garden journals, but photos are my shorthand these days. I guess this is what retired lab geeks must do with their spare brain capacity, so I can know that the lovely yellow-green narcissus bud from my last post bloomed in all it's glory last week, May 1st to be exact.
Last year, April 15th:
2009, April 30:
2008, May 1st:
And so on. I think there might be a trend with the two week back and forth thing, but I didn't look back any farther. I've lived here 14 years and I never cease to be amazed and surprised by what will and won't grow here, and how different and yet the same each year can be.
Anyhow, I've been wallowing in this Spring, begging it to slow down, just like every year. I can take all the pictures I want, nature doesn't care. She just marches on in her mysterious ways.
Here are a few more pretty things that had made me happy since my last post, some wild or native, some cultivated, all loved.
It's almost too much isn't it?
Every time I snap pictures like this, I hear a voice in my head, from the finale of one of my favorite shows, Six Feet Under, where Nate's ghost tells his sister Claire who takes one last photo of her family before she leaves home to start her life: You can't take a picture of this, it's already gone.
Maybe so. But still we try to, don't we?
Finally, here are two things I love most, my babies all grown up on Mother's Day.
Now I really, really wish I had a pause and rewind button for my life!
Hope something lovely is growing and blooming where ever you are.
p.s.
If you want to hear the wisdom of Nate, it's on the video link at the bottom of the page, 2:16.
I miss that show.
