| Valdoria here. 👋 It finally feels like spring, which marks the completion of the second year I've been a resident of the Pacific Northwest. In 2023, my husband, dog, and I departed California for Washington the last week of March. Shortly after our arrival, we experienced in a single day the lite version of every possible weather condition we would expect to endure in our new home state. One ostensibly spring morning, Science, our only dog at the time, scampered in from our backyard with her coat dusted in white that dissolved into wet when touched, indicating it had snowed.
|
|
Later the same morning, it hailed, eventually melting into rain. By mid afternoon, the solid, dreary grey sky evaporated to vibrant blue. This capricious weather was bewildering after growing up in a region where often the conditions consisted mostly of either "fairly pleasant" or "everything is literally on fire." I do not miss fire season, but the fact that it rains here half the year makes me appreciate the sunshine and warmth I had come to take for granted. The changing of seasons renders everything more vibrant by contrast.
|
|
I'm delighted by the way the ornamental cherry tree on my property froths brazenly, spun sugar pink against the evolving skies. I've often found that when I'm infatuated, I tend to use a lot of food metaphors, perhaps because desire is a type of hunger. When I'm depressed, I tend to use a lot of gardening metaphors: maybe I feel like taking a dirt nap, but also maybe I carry the hopeful promise of a seed and just need a little time in the dark before breaking open something beautiful. I hope you, too, are finding lovely things to delight in. |
|
Thank you for reading! Be well & hope to see you, soon! |
|
|
| |
|
|
