May has been a peculiar month. Warm and cold, sunny and rainy. The news of the day combined with the weather made me think about a poem I learned in my French class in high school:
Il pleure dans mon coeur,
Comme il pleut sur la ville…
Translated: it is crying in my heart like it is raining on the city. The weather was gloomy and wet, suiting the gloom in the news.
I took these photos yesterday. I’ve often thought that May and June are really seasons of their own, not really part of spring and summer. May is iris season and June is rose season. Summer in the Puget Sound region really doesn’t start until July. This little gallery shows what’s in bloom right now on the cusp of the change, with raindrops to represent the tears so many have had to shed this month.
My wish is that you and yours can stay safe and sane as the storms rage about us. May your season of the rose be blessed.
Photographically I took a lot of pictures of flowers, especially roses. looking through my photos for June was a blast of cheerful sunshine. Here is a sampling:
Johnson’s Blue Geranium (Cranesbill)
Little girl watching performers at the local farmer’s market.
Rose in my garden.
Queen Anne’s Lace at the beach.
Honeysuckle at the beach.
Rose in my back yard.
Thinking back on June it seems so long ago because so much has gone on since. At the time it seemed like it was a biggish month: my husband retired from 36 plus years at Boeing and my niece graduated from high school.
Retirement is starting into a new phase for us. I thought it would be more dramatically different than it has been. I was concerned about having someone around all the time. Somehow we seem to be rubbing along just fine. It’s been nice to have someone around to help pick up some of the slack with Grandma and Dad when I’ve been feeling tired and impatient. But we’ve also not had very long spells with both of us at home…