On a Tuesday at twilight

We had another lovely day today, though not quite as warm, and a little more windy.  It was still mostly blue skies and sunshine, and still felt like the onset of at least a fake spring.  In the book, The Milagro Beanfield War, the author, John Nichols, writes of the time of “The Death of the Fruit Tree Blossoms,” that late spring snow that sets back everything growing to start over once again.  Our fruit trees are nowhere near blooming, but I still expect one or two of that kind of snowstorm, before it really warms up.  ( I think I’ve alluded to those lines earlier in the history of this blog, but they still strike me as a very telling way of describing what can happen if we get overconfident.)

Apple Tree Blossoms

Anyway, that idea comes to mind when I look out my living room window this evening.  The sun has set, but it isn’t yet dark.  Lights are on all around the city, and the whole city seems to have rolled up tight and snug in its sidewalks for the evening — nobody outside.  Even more clearly than during the day, I see the branches of the red maple outside my window, with tiny little buds of new branch growth out at the ends of the old branches.  I can hear a couple of song birds I haven’t heard in a very long time — I don’t recognize them, though.  I haven’t seen and of the first of spring birds, like the grackels, or the robins, or anyone as fancy as a cardinal.  But somebody is down in the birdhouse about ten feet up the trunk of that tree, and I expect there may be some nest-feathering going on.

My lovely paperwhites have almost gone by — they have been beautiful, and none of them gave up and bent over, althought some of the flowers are sitting on three-foot stalks.  I have such brown thumbs.


I’ve gotten a lot of happiness out of watching these pretty, stinky flowers just grow and grow.  This will become a tradition for me, I know.

I just thought it might be nice to let you all know that my little city is buttoning up for the night; I’m going to go make supper and watch the Science Channel;  and, it seems, all is right with the world.  Have a lovely, peaceful rest of the day/night, all.  Namaste.


10 responses to “On a Tuesday at twilight

  1. I can see how beautiful your place is. Unlike hours which is humid most of the days as its going to be summer or its summer already buy the weather announced that its going to be a wet summer – so its expected to be humid most of the time.

  2. Love forcing bulbs in the winter. Paperwhites I have for Christmas, followed by the big globed beauties Amaryllis, and then by late february I usually have Hyacinthus for their fragrance and now I have dwarf daffodils.
    I’d go crazy this time of year without some color that only Mother Nature can bring. Well, also with the help of mother nature lovers like you & I.

    • Amaryllis and tulips are my two favorites. When the tulips bloom, I want to gather an enormous armful and put them in vases all over the house! I don’t usually succeed with plants, but bulbs are the best — plant them correctly in the first place, and then pay attention, and before you know it, all that lovely color! What a world to live in! 😎

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