Tuesday, April 19, 2011
The winter was long and extremely stormy here. Wet, grey day followed wet grey day until we forgot that the sky was ever meant to be anything but a place where the ocean gathered over our heads.
At last the sun has begun to make brief appearances and the spongy earth has yielded a host of blooms, eager to grow as soon as they felt that first flush of warmth kissing their sleeping cheek.The darkness lingers in my house but the sun beckons me outside, the beaches and trails are scrubbed clean from a barrage of winter storms, except for the fallen branches and driftwood.
The Azalea in a pot in my house has bloomed pink every year, but this year and last, it has featured one albino bloom as well. I don't know why that one snowy bloom amid the rosy others, seems so promising, but I keep coming back to stare and feed my soul on its beauty.
My only remaining cat has found himself wanting more companionship and is often under my feet when I haul firewood or work in the yard.
Even down at the Crescent City harbor, so recently devastated by the Tsunami and the loss of a fleet of commercial boats, There is a renewal and a sense of hope. The enormous floating crane, hired to raise the sunken boats, has completed the task.