Change is coming. I can feel it in the air. Hear it in the breeze.
So close and real it is palpable. As if, if I knew the exact moment, I could reach out and grasp it…
…like the moon…
The Full Flower Moon is upon us. Smiling from a star-filled sky. It is a most appropriate name this time of year. Even more so, it seems, this year. The air is perfumed with magnolia and jasmine, wisteria, roses, and sweet tea olive.
Things are changing. Something new appears each day. New butterflies join with newly opened blossoms.
New migratory birds drop by to add their beauty and song to the spring chorus.
Much is the same as ever it has been. Frog songs. Spanish moss festooning the ancient live oaks. The beauty of a new full moon shimmering over a peaceful sea.
Some things change. This Flower Moon sings a new song and leaves me wondering what this change brings.
Lilacs see to have sprung into bloom… gracing gardens with their perfume and their beauty.
Dogwood blossoms are everywhere.
From the trees sprang a myriad of sounds and critters. Chirruping squirrels, chasing one another in the thrill of spring’s ecstasy. Tree frogs…completing the chorus with croaks, trills, bleats, and grunts. At night it can sound like a fleet of fire trucks descending on the neighborhood. The anoles don’t have a lot to say as they leap and slither about the limbs or run along the morning glory shrouded fence. Skinks slither under the raised garden beds, hide in the damp shade beneath the kids’ sand/water table.
Already broadhead skink females are hidden in my woodpile, guarding and tending their clutches of tiny white eggs.
(not my picture…but I seldom get the females to stand still for me, lol)
The males, with their big red heads are much more imposing than their ladies and less skittish. They love it up in the big live oaks.
Spring is here in the Lowcountry. It couldn’t have sprung up at a better time.
I am, by my very nature, someone who seeks ‘connection’ in the world around me. I revel in time spent swinging in the hammock swing under the ancient live oak in my backyard. Staring at the leaves, noting how much the spanish moss has grown since I first ‘introduced’ it to the oak tree five years ago, listening to the vast array of bird songs.
I thrive on walks on the beach, the feel of warm sand under my bare feet, the scent of the ocean, unexpected treasures to be gathered, or moments of wonderment in the sea and coastal critters we share these beaches and tidal marshes with.
Endangered Wood storks have returned to the coast after a long absence.
And the easily missed, once common and now making a slow comeback, Sea-beach amaranth can be found if you know what you are looking for…and are open to the tiny humble details to be found in nature.
Today I didn’t go anywhere unusual. I puttered about the house and yard. As I was clearing small downed branches from the week’s storms I spotted this lovely hiding near the bushes. An Island glass lizard, I see them every once in awhile about the yard and love seeing the tiny babies when they hatch in the summer.
Always something beautiful to see here. The white azaleas are in bloom in the yard, saved by their later bloom time from the late season frost which decimated most of our early bloomers. The camellias are still heavy in flowers and the wisteria has joined in. By the time the magnolia blooms, it will be swathed in soft purple wisteria blossoms.
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.
It was a good day. Got daughter’s car back from repairs. Worked here at the house and made some small progress. Still much to do. The tiny green shoots of my morning glories have poked above the soil an in a few weeks I will have flowers in a rainbow of colors. It will be fun to see just what we have,
The dogs all got baths out in the kiddie pool in the backyard. They love their baths and now they smell pretty too.
Next up for this weeks… try to get another 4 chapters edited. Work. And keep working on this house.
It has been a fabulous Friday here in the Lowcountry. Work…was fun and productive, filled with friendship, laughter, and getting things done. Spring is certainly well into its ‘middle’, but my camellias continue to bloom. Less prolifically now, but still beautiful with their bright colors and soft petals. The azaleas are also winding down their show. Early bloomer are all but spent, but the late ones are in full color. This week the tricolor azalea in the backyard…which occupies an ‘odd’ placement just standing alone and without any reason or plan we can find…burst into bloom. Red, pink, and white ALL at once in one gorgeous display. The wisteria is still blooming, but as it fades the magnolia will soon take over.
I added a wild carolina clematis along the fence next to the Kickin’ Chicken neighbors 🙂 If it lives up to its heritage it will cover the fence in a couple of years. Spotted a bright coral lawn chair to add to the two turquoise ones in front of the house. While DeeDee and I were picking up paint chips for her kitchen, dining room, and hall I took several home with me as well. It will take a few years (fixed incomes are notoriously angsty about home improvement, lol) but one by one I will get my little beachy rooms painted and fixed up and turned into something everyone who lives here can enjoy. Where to begin? In the living room and hall which are the ‘public’ rooms? In the kitchen which is just beige on beige? The teen son’s bedroom which he will soon be sharing with the 5 yr old (I figure he deserves a little reward for that 😉 ) The equally beige on beige bathroom?
Decisions decisions. If you were beginning this one room at a time project, where would you begin?
And because I have had such a fabulous Friday…. we get a little Fantasy reward. It’s Fantasy Friday!
I am happily editing my fantasy and this picture reminds me of the backstory for the current scene. The Ohnori of Khyr’s people went on a quest and never returned. His sword is found in the current scene where he flung it into the water where his enemies could not recover it.