Will Spring ever get here? Is it gone already? Was it ever so lovely? Was never a sky so blue or a garden so bursting? Gosh it’s hot. Wait…is that hail coming down now? Will it ever be normal again? Did you hear that? Did the tulips just explode?
spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to and fro moving New and
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there)and
without breaking anything.
Nothing did break, but the hard working local growers surely did sweat bullets of worry; going from frozen ground and no flowers one minute to suddenly not having enough buckets to contain the explosion of flowers.
Suzanne Montie @ Red Chimney Flower Farm
The Perhaps Hand of Spring reaches out to tickle us, then wrap us in an affectionate hug. Then when we’re not looking, it shoves us into the deep end of summer. Such a trickster, what a coquette – arriving late, evaporating early, leaving us in a perpetual state of puppy love.
But we wouldn’t have it any other way.