Seasons take on new meanings.
Spring I : The bitterest cold is gone, you put away the heaviest coat, and men and machines crack the thick, dirty ice off of walks and roadways. The new snow comes but melts.
Spring II: You spot buds on trees and almost overnight you see blossoms and greenery. Still cold mornings, sometimes freezing. Elders can wear short-sleeve shirts, no coats.
Summer: The heat hits. Everyone has new sunburns and summery clothes. With such a short night, things hardly have time to cool off.
When we told Elvira we treat dandelions as weeds and pull them up, she laughed and said, "Oh, no, but they're so pretty." Here she's standing by the lake that was frozen in midwinter.
(Luda in our Branch brought lilacs to sister Mac; dandelions seen from the bus; church on the Blood reflected in the water.)
2 comments:
I really like those long days! Not quite as long as at your place, only 16 houres. Three weeks from now ... summer solstice ... luckily not yet the end of summer!
You forgot the river of plastic and mud that flows in the Spring too!
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