A gorgeous day in the Lowcountry…mid 80s, clear blue skies and bright sunshine. Wisteria is coming back from the frosts that killed its first flush a couple of weeks ago, camellias and azaleas are offering a scant but determined final bloom and all around my neighborhood there are pinks, reds, corals, and soft purples rejoicing in Spring’s renewal. We have all the windows open every day and night and the fresh air is such a joy after the claustrophobic chill of winter.
The dogs spend a lot more time outdoors. I spend more free time at the first wave of farm markets. Last week’s excitement was over asparagus. This week I am giddy over the prospect of first crop green (spring) garlic (as farmers thin their fields) and sugar snap peas.
The bluebirds are nesting in the backyard. I love watching them skim across the open flight path between the azaleas on one side, the shrubbery on the other, over the ancient wisteria to their little houses along the back fence. As we are contemplating the possibility of moving from this lovely old house to a smaller place the one thing I should truly miss the most is this yard. Most people miss their homes…apparently for me home is the outdoors, not the in.
Which means I probably should not be surprised at little environmental themes that seem to be continually popping up in my writing. Who knew dragons had such an important environmental niche to fill? (okay, so that doesn’t really surprise me as they would be an apex predator and as such a linchpen in their cycle…. I just hadn’t really given it much consideration till they showed up) Glad they did.