finally!
The weather has turned. For me this is a big event. I HATE the first hot spell of the year. I can't sleep, my head gets stuffed up, my sinuses ache, I feel cranky and out of sorts, I hide in the house. I'm not a summer person.
But today, finally, the wind blew in from the ocean, and carried with it the wet, fast racing fog. I woke pleased to discover a less than baking house this morning, and by afternoon the wind was sharp and cutting, flattening the grass and shaking the branches. Clouds covered the horizon and by the time I made it out into the garden the fog had rushed in with loose cottony tendrils and had swallowed the far hills and most of the sky. It was gray. It was chilly. The wind stung my cheeks and I needed a hoody and gloves. I was so happy.
The spell of heat on the other hand, had made my plants very happy. Suddenly, everything looked twice as big, and all of the flowers had started to bloom. So I stood in the fog under the star jasmine, thickly clouded with white blossoms, and looked at my roses. The star jasmine is busy eating one of my yellow roses, so now poking out of the pink buds and white flowers was a huge golden rose, larger than my hand, bronzish tan in the center. I smelled the rose and just then the wind blew in again over the hills so mixed with the scent of rose and jasmine I could smell the ocean quite clearly, not just that faint scent of salt we get sometimes, but that deeper almost kelpish salt smell. My goodness, I thought to myself, isn't it so nice out here today? Then directly behind me I heard a cat say 'hurf hurf hurf' and proceed to throw something up. I chose to assume this was feline for 'yes mom, I sure agree.'
But today, finally, the wind blew in from the ocean, and carried with it the wet, fast racing fog. I woke pleased to discover a less than baking house this morning, and by afternoon the wind was sharp and cutting, flattening the grass and shaking the branches. Clouds covered the horizon and by the time I made it out into the garden the fog had rushed in with loose cottony tendrils and had swallowed the far hills and most of the sky. It was gray. It was chilly. The wind stung my cheeks and I needed a hoody and gloves. I was so happy.
The spell of heat on the other hand, had made my plants very happy. Suddenly, everything looked twice as big, and all of the flowers had started to bloom. So I stood in the fog under the star jasmine, thickly clouded with white blossoms, and looked at my roses. The star jasmine is busy eating one of my yellow roses, so now poking out of the pink buds and white flowers was a huge golden rose, larger than my hand, bronzish tan in the center. I smelled the rose and just then the wind blew in again over the hills so mixed with the scent of rose and jasmine I could smell the ocean quite clearly, not just that faint scent of salt we get sometimes, but that deeper almost kelpish salt smell. My goodness, I thought to myself, isn't it so nice out here today? Then directly behind me I heard a cat say 'hurf hurf hurf' and proceed to throw something up. I chose to assume this was feline for 'yes mom, I sure agree.'