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measuring spring…

29 March 2012 - plum blossomsYou must get tired of hearing about the plums, she said. There was no reply. I could, instead, tell you about how green knots split into tight fists of velvet-wallpaper red on the first rhododendron. Or describe the sturdy rust-washed stalks of the peonies, now half a foot tall. Over here, the daffodils, bent and discouraged by the wind, have nonetheless begun to lift their cheery faces. And the daphne, a sensitive and fussy plant, I was told, is thriving, glossy and covered with modest pale green flowers that should smell like the front door of heaven, but have absolutely no scent at all.

But it’s the plums that greet me when I lift the blinds each morning; they are the yardstick by which I measure the retreat of winter, the advance of spring. The picture that recalls the juicy purple fruit of summer. Will the blossoms, now fading and shriveling, hold on through another night and day of gusts and rain and charcoal clouds, bees dozing wherever it is that bees doze? Or will I have to buzz around the blooms myself to nudge and urge and pollinate?

White petals freckle the ground between green spikes of iris. I stoop beneath low-slung branches and whisper to the plums, hang on, hang on.

3 responses to “measuring spring…

  1. elizabethkerwin March 29, 2012 at 9:16 am

    Anytime you wish to wax poetic about these miracles of the rising up of Spring, I will feel blessed by your expression…. I deeply savored this entry. You could just talk into my voicemail if you don’t reach me. Sending love….

  2. jik March 29, 2012 at 3:47 pm

    thank you…whisper whisper…thank you!

  3. Tessa April 7, 2012 at 1:20 pm

    I can see you buzzing around. :)
    I especially enjoyed this one, Jude, as it reminds me of our dear friend conversations.

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