Another Spring

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Through a combination of an early arrival and a late spring, we arrived in Maine to find the forsythia in bloom. forsythiaI realized that I haven’t seen this in ten years, since we moved to the desert.  But, probably because it was not part of my childhood, I wasn’t really missing it.  It’s a wonderful announcement that winter is past.P1000545Now the forsythia has all gone green and the lilacs have burst out all over.P1000548I’ve been told that lilacs tell us when it is safe to plant tender crops.  Today I went out to buy annuals, flowers and herbs for the bits of garden around our cottage.  A lot of others had the same idea; the garden center was crowded.  So I guess I’m not too far behind schedule on this.

Happy spring to those who have waited a long time for it this year.


Maine Weather


There’s lots of variety to the weather in Maine.  Not usually tornadoes, which we have escaped coming across the country.  It’s also not usually sunny and warm when we arrive about the first of June.  This year it was.  We know it had been raining, because the stream is running strong. (No, you can’t see the motion in a photograph.)


And we know it has been a cold spring, because the lilacs are in their glory.  Most years they are past or fading when we arrive.


So many lilacs that the poem by Alfred Noyes starts running through my mind:

Go down to Kew in lilac time, in lilac time, in lilac time
Go down to Kew in lilac time.  It isn’t far from London.
And you shall wander hand in hand . . .

It’s from Noyes’s most quoted poem, “The Barrel Organ.”  I remember more fondly “The Highway Man” who came riding, riding, “When the moon is a ghostly galleon.”  Neither is great poetry, yet they’ve lasted.  They stick in the brain.  I’ve never been to Kew, and as I look at the moon I sometimes wonder which shape Noyes thought looked like a galleon, but how the words stick!