Traffic was really, really light this morning during our trip into and out of St. Paul. It looked like almost everyone had left town for the holiday weekend. Because the county has so thoroughly torn up old Highway 61 between Wyoming and Stacy, we remembered to take an alternate route. As we headed toward Highway 8, my Better Half noticed a hillside full of large-flowered trillium in bloom. I made a careful U-turn, pulled onto the shoulder, took out my camera and here's what they looked like.
hillside of trillium © harrington
Discovering this delight after a morning spent drinking coffee while watching the backyard bluebird, the pear tree in blossom, listening to goldfinches, sandhill cranes, gobbling turkeys, and a variety of songbirds reminded me of why I get so frustrated by the delayed arrival of Spring around here. It's such a wonderful treat when it arrives that, unlike waiting for Christmas, the anxiety about when and if Minnesota's Spring will finally arrive is compounded by the certainty that, if Spring delays too long, its arrival will be overshadowed by Summer. Our Spring is just too nice to miss that way. It's one version of "Minnesota Nice" I completely support. Marge Piercy reminds us of coming attractions that help us get over losing Spring to Summer.
pear tree in bloom © harrington
More Than Enough
The first lily of June opens its red mouth.All over the sand road where we walkmultiflora rose climbs trees cascadingwhite or pink blossoms, simple, intensethe scene drifting like colored mist.
The arrowhead is spreading its creamyclumps of flower and the blackberriesare blooming in the thickets. Season ofjoy for the bee. The green will neveragain be so green, so purely and lushly
new, grass lifting its wheaty seedheadsinto the wind. Rich fresh wineof June, we stagger into you smearedwith pollen, overcome as the turtlelaying her eggs in roadside sand.
Thanks for visiting. Come again when you can.
Please be kind to each other while you can.