I’m still in bed. Looking at the clock. 6:19. Five more minutes…just five more minutes!
Which in and of itself isn’t a horrible thing. Just another manic Monday. Wish it were Sunday.
Wish it were Sunday. Or, at the very least, I wish it weren’t raining.
Because the rain makes me fear for the cherry blossoms. As rain has a tendency to beat those delicate flowers off of the trees. It’s one thing to see a breeze catch loose blossoms and swirl them like snow (I kind of like that). It’s another thing for the rain to knock them off the trees, causing them to cluster in damp clumps on the ground. The short life of a cherry blossom in the Pac NW.
Last week I had an all-day meeting at an 0ff-the-beaten path state building. It sits between industrial buildings and a housing development that’s going up at an alarming rate. I found myself admiring the grounds…early-flowering azalea (that’s where I took the bumblebee photos I posted last week), heather and flowering cherry. So, on Friday I took my camera to work and stopped by there on my way home. It was a beautiful spring evening (I didn’t even have a jacket on! That’s big news, folks!) and I spent a good 45 minutes enjoying the beauty of the season.
Sigh. There will be no enjoying the beauty of the season today. It’s back to raincoats and layers. Rats. Oh, well. It wouldn’t be this green if it didn’t rain…right? That’s what we tell ourselves. And, I’d be bitter if it was sunny and beautiful today since I have to work. Right?
But, just for a moment, let’s delude ourselves into thinking it looks like this outside. Because it makes everyone feel better.