March 27, 2017
by Maya Spector
It’s time to break out —
Time to punch our way out of
the dark winter prison.
Lilacs are doing it
in sudden explosions of soft purple,
And the jasmine vines, and ranunculus, too.
There is no jailer powerful enough
to hold Spring contained.
Let that be a lesson.
Stop holding back the blossoming!
Quit shutting eyes and gritting teeth,
curling fingers into fists, hunching shoulders.
Lose your determination to remain unchanged.
All the forces of nature
want you to open,
Their gentle nudge carries behind it
the force of a flash flood.
Why make a cell your home
when the door is unlocked
and the garden is waiting for you?
Here in Seattle, it’s too soon for lilacs. But with our lat spring, we await the blossoming of the cherry and plum trees. Any day now!
March 28, 2016
“Every week, some unannounced low pressure front trundles in from the Pacific. They come like a parade of newly widowed aunts. All of them have weepy tales to tell. They stay too long and are soon indistinguishable from one another.”
— Bill Richardson, Bachelor Brothers Bed & Breakfast
This is Spring in Seattle!
March 15, 2016
The Sandhill Cranes of Nebraska
by Billy Collins, from Aimless Love
Too bad you weren’t here six months ago,
was a lament I heard on my visit to Nebraska.
You could have seen the astonishing spectacle
of the sandhill cranes, thousands of them
feeding and even dancing on the shores of the Platte River.
There was no point in pointing out
the impossibility of my being there then
because I happened to be somewhere else,
so I nodded and put on a look of mild disappointment
if only to be part of the commiseration.
It was the same look I remember wearing
about six months ago in Georgia
when I was told that I had just missed
the spectacular annual outburst of azaleas,
brilliant against the green backdrop of spring
and the same in Vermont six months before that
when I arrived shortly after
the magnificent foliage had gloriously peaked,
Mother Nature, as she is called,
having touched the hills with her many-colored brush,
a phenomenon that occurs, like the others,
around the same time every year when I am apparently off
in another state, stuck in a motel lobby
with the local paper and a styrofoam cup of coffee,
busily missing God knows what.
Last year at this time I was journeying to the Platte River in Nebraska to see the migrating flocks of sandhill cranes feeding for their long journey north. I am so glad that I made the effort to witness this migration at least once in my life. Natural phenomena like the sandhill crane migration are a mystery and a wonder and bring to new life a word like awesome.
I don’t always make the time to seek out these great spectacles of nature. It’s not just a matter of limited time, but of financial considerations and prioritizing this type of travel. This winter, for example, I did not drive north even once to see the flocks of snow geese over-wintering in the Skagit valley. I have seen them several times in the past, but it is my loss not to have seen them this year.
As the seasons cycle, we have many chances to stop and enjoy Nature’s unique offerings. We can take the time to notice, or we can get wrapped up in other things and miss out. The words of Billy Collins’ poem point this out. Missing out happens with regrettable regularity.
Spring seems to bring a succession of opportunities in my immediate local environment. Just now the Yoshino cherry trees are blossoming on the University of Washington campus. I did make the effort to see them once again. How lucky I am to be able to do this!
April 29, 2015
March 20, 2015
Today is the Spring equinox. How we look forward to Spring! But this year I am contemplating the words of Alan Watts, who reminds us that we should be living and appreciating the Now. Not always looking forward to better days tomorrow. Not always striving to improve ourselves because we are dissatisfied with who we are this moment:
“How long have the planets been circling the sun? Are they getting anywhere, and do they go faster and faster in order to arrive? How often has the spring returned to the earth? Does it come faster and fancier every year, to be sure to be better than last spring, and to hurry on is way to the spring that shall out-spring all springs?”
— Alan Watts, The Wisdom of Insecurity: A Message for an Age of Anxiety
Watts published this in 1951. How appropriate his words still feel today.
Wordless Wednesdays: 12 Views of the Annual Cherry Blossom Extravaganza at the University of Washington
March 18, 2015
I have gardens on my mind, in part because things are blooming like crazy in Seattle right now. But also because I just read a wonderful book, The Pacific Northwest Garden Tour by Donald Olson.
In this book, Olson describes 60 gardens worth seeing in Washington, Oregon, and British Columbia. By my count, I have visited just 21 of the gardens on his list. And since my husband and I were making a weekend getaway to Vancouver, B.C., we made a special effort to check out one of Olson’s recommendations. He said, “If you have time to visit only one garden in Vancouver, make it VanDusen.” And so we did.
The highlights of the VanDusen Botanical Garden were, for me, the Hon. David C. Lam Cherry Grove on the great lawn which we caught in full blossom and the sculptures. There is something especially lovely about seeing sculptures placed in an expansive garden setting. I think they bring an element of surprise as you meander along the paths.
I imagine as more flowers reach their bloom time, this garden becomes even more of a showcase. Still, on this late winter visit, we caught magnolias, camellias, and some early rhododendrons in bloom.
The VanDusen Botanical Garden is home to a wonderful variety of trees. There are small lakes, formal gardens, theme gardens, and meandering paths. And even a maze!
This destination is certainly worthy of a return visit.