Still Pouring, Only Worse

“Still pouring, only worse.  Poor world, she looks so desolate and depressed, as if she did not know what to do with all the wet.  The earth won’t hold anymore.  The sea is full and the low clouds are too heavy to hold up.  The sky leaks, earth oozes, so the wetness sits in the air between and grumbles into your breath and bones . . . ”
— Emily Carr, from Hundreds and Thousands: The Journals of an Artist

“Everything broods today, the sky low and heavy.  Was there ever a sun?”
— Emily Carr, from Hundreds and Thousands: The Journals of an Artist

Winter wetness

Puddles at Green Lake

Rain-soaked path

Wordless Wednesdays: 12 Views of Puddle Reflections

March’s Sour, Blustery, Fickle Weather

Morning walk at Green Lake, with puddles

“March is certainly a step from winter towards summer, yet its sour, blustery, fickle weather, if one looked no further, and did not consider the law, would induce the belief that the earth had taken the wrong road, and that summer did not lie in this direction.”
— John Burroughs, from The Heart of Burrough’s Journals, edited by Clara Barrus

“Well, March has gone out, as she usually does, angry and sniffy, and slammed the door behind her.”
— John Burroughs, from The Heart of Burrough’s Journals, edited by Clara Barrus

Today is the vernal equinox.  Happy first day of Spring!

Sunrise, Green Lake

Heron weather vane

 

 

Fall Color in Seattle

Seattle street in autumn

Fall, Leaves, Fall
by Emily Bronte

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.

I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.

Fallen leaf caught in pine needles

Fall colors

Fall colors reflected in a rain puddle

 

Bicycle, Seattle University campus

Late sunflower

Puddle-wonderful

Spent magnolia blossoms after rain

Puddle after April rain shower

“… and it’s spring when the world is puddle-wonderful …”
     e. e. cummings

This quote recalls the “puddle walks” my daughter and I used to take on rainy Seattle days.  They were a favorite rainy day activity when she was of preschool age.  We’d don rain jackets and LaCrosse rain boots, purple for her and yellow for me, and head outside with the goal of wading through as many puddles as we could find.  A childish delight recommended for all ages!