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.
I read the blogs I follow on WordPress in the morning. Today the Ragtag Daily Prompt was “Rosy Hues”. So while I walked the dogs, I couldn’t help but notice all of the different hues of the roses that are starting to bloom.
I’ve had a fern obsession this past week. My maidenhair fern is getting new fronds, and it is fascinating to watch them emerge and unfurl. For perspective: the pine cone in the photo below, beside the baby, is about 3 inches long.