Such a pause seems also to fit May's transition into June this year, if today's weather is any measure. Most of the day has been covered by flat, gray clouds that appeared above the the early morning mist and stayed after it faded. The cool light, plus cool, damp weather creates a general level of apparent inactivity accompanied by a sense of suspended animation or Twilight Zone atmosphere. There isn't enough dark grey for the sky to be considered brooding, more like pensive, I think, while it wonders if it can muster enough energy to actually storm. It's even less clear whether the atmosphere is projecting its moods onto me, or vice versa."Between the dark and the daylight,When the night is beginning to lower,Comes a pause in the day's occupations, ..."
|from Minnesota Wildflowers data|
Despite hum-drum weather, hairy vetch in the ditch joins its relatives in our fields in adding purple splashes to the yellow starbursts of hoary puccoon. The beardtongue buds look like they're ready to burst into pink blooms as soon as we, and they, get a few days of sun and warmth. Next month brings a long list of new wildflowers into bloom, almost twice as many as we saw in May. A "breather" amidst bursts of frenetic blooming and hatching is perfectly understandable. I've been known to take one or two myself.
Heavy Summer Rain
By Jane Kenyon
The grasses in the field have toppled,and in places it seems that a large, nowabsent, animal must have passed the night.The hay will right itself if the dayturns dry. I miss you steadily, painfully.None of your blustering entrancesor exits, doors swinging wildlyon their hinges, or your huge unconscioussighs when you read something sad,like Henry Adams’s letters from Japan,where he traveled after Clover died.Everything blooming bows down in the rain:white irises, red peonies; and the poppieswith their black and secret centerslie shattered on the lawn.
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