Spring. The first sign is the gradually, gradually, lengthening days. Still awaking in the dark, but driving home from work in daylight. Here in the Pacific Northwest, Spring is normally pretty rainy (yeah, the cliche about April showers bringing May flowers that we all know and love). But we actually love the rain here, because that means Mother Nature waters our yards instead of us doing it.
Our Japanese Maple trees leaf out, and the grasses are green again. The rain fills the bird-bath, and sometimes our resident squirrel comes in for a drink.
On my drive to work in the morning, I travel the roads on the perimeter of Paine Field, the Snohomish County Airport. There are five of these flowering cherry trees, which are actually pretty old. This year, the flowers were so heavy, the branches were dipping almost to the ground.
This year, to spite the Government lockdown, I got in the car and drove up to the Skagit Valley in March to take a look at the tulip fields. It was too early for tulips, but the blueberry vines were just about to start budding.
Last year, the tulips were in full bloom in April. It’s a wonder, being able to get out of your car, and walk through the fields of brightly-colored flowers. Tiptoe through the Tulips, indeed!
A bit farther west of the tulip fields is the town of LaConner, on the Swinomish Slough. Salmon swim up the channel, and local sculptors have captured some.
And Life flows on, within you and without you… George Harrison