The bluebells are finally out at the bottom of the Greenwood, just past the Douglas Fir. Quietly stretching upward from the forest floor with a graceful and easy elegance, they complement the vivid greens of May perfectly.
Those greens have become even more vivid over the last few days – hours, even – as we’ve been shocked with torrential rain. Constant, beating against windows, bringing thoughts of blankets and generous portions of macaroni cheese. Not usual May fare.
The weather this year has been extreme, in comparison to recent years. Considerable snow, stretched out equinox rage, late frosts and, now, torrential rain. But memory is not infallible. It may certainly be dramatic, but we’ve lived here for just under four years, and we have experienced all of those here already during that time.
In does feel like the year is shifting, though. Autumns may be milder, but winters drag on. Spring is confused, not knowing where to look, and doing her best.
We’re due a heatwave this weekend, apparently. Let’s see what summer brings.