Today was the first day of May. Somehow April both flew by and felt interminable. As usual, I struggle to find time to do all the things I’ve committed to doing, and haven’t carved out much time for the creative projects I’ve wanted to do. The days go by in a blur of meetings and cooking and work projects and reading the news and talking with family and friends.
I still take photos many days, in particular when I’m out walking the dog. This afternoon after most of a day of rain, (and a bunch of meetings) the sun came out. I went outside to see if there was a rainbow. There was only a very faint rainbow above, but the yard was full of color and light. The late afternoon sun lit up the flowers and new leaves, and water drops sparkled everywhere.
I took a few photos with my phone, but then decided to go inside to get my real camera. (It can be hard to get the iPhone to focus on a tiny drop of water or leaf.)
Somehow this feels like a good way to start the month. A bit of sharp focus in a blur of days.
This photo of a star magnolia was one I took a year ago today. Spring has been much slower to spring this year, and this same tree is barely budding right now. I’m not fond of pink, but I have enjoyed the blooms on this tree.
Now that the snow has melted and the nights aren’t super cold, signs of spring are springing up all over.
Leaves are starting to pop out on the shrubbery.
Moss is perking up.
Forsythias start blooming.
And the rare and elusive tree seal makes its first appearance in the maple tree.
Here are a few photos I took while we were visiting my mother-in-law for Easter weekend. The kids and I decorated eggs on Saturday, and we had the traditional egg hunt on Sunday.
I find dyed eggs to be so appealing, visually. So much color, so much potential for variation. So many eggs to use for egg salad afterwards. (The color is not always so visually appealing then, though.)
Not so subtle a hiding place.
A blue bloom popping up among the green fronds.
These are totally not eggs, but they are springy, and mighty colorful.
Here are some young leaves and leaf buds I saw outside the karate school when I took Phoebe to her class Friday afternoon. I did, indeed, deliberately choose to bring my camera and macro lens set up, since I knew I’d have time waiting. I love how vibrant the colors were in the late afternoon light.
My post title, in case you weren’t able to place it, is taken from Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18, likely his most famous sonnet:
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
In tracking down the excerpt, I was interested to come across a suggestion that in Shakespeare’s day, May was consider the first month of summer, as it is in the Irish calendar.
Of course, I also found a suggestion that they May of buds mentioned was not the month of May, but the Hawthorn tree:
It probably refers not to the month of May directly but to the May tree (the Common Hawthorn) that flowers in England at that time of year.
I don’t know what sort of buds I found, on some shrubs and small trees and climbing vines. I did find that it was tricky to focus on them, due to the breeze. (It would seem that the rough winds did shake them.)
We went down to my mother-in-law’s for a few days this past week. (It was April vacation week for the kids’ school, and we had planned to be there with my mother-in-law for her eye surgery.) I was quite pleased that I thought to bring the lens and extension tubes that allow me to take macro shots with my camera.
My mother-in-law’s yard and garden was full of plants that were just waking up in the warmth of the late April days. (Spring was delayed down there, as well, due to the prolonged and bitter cold winter.)
I had a lot of fun taking photos around the yard, while the kids played.
I got a few shots in the late afternoon. The macro shots are tricky, and need plenty of light.
It’s also hit or miss whether I can keep my target in focus, especially when I am standing, and pointing up into the leaves of an overhanging tree branch.
I’m not really sure why I haven’t much remembered to take macro shots lately. I guess that when I am home, I don’t as often think to take photos. (I’ve noticed this before.)
Walking around with my camera, I saw details that I might otherwise have overlooked. Looking through the resulting photos, I was really charmed by the character of the fresh new leaves.
It rained today, a little April shower.
I didn’t get any photos of the rain today, but here is a photo from March. I liked the way the drips lined themselves up. (And now I like the way we no longer have snow on the ground. We were away for the weekend, and the last of the snow had departed by the time we returned.)
The drips and drops remind me of the song “Little April Shower,” which I loved as a little girl. We had the record (it must have been a single) and I used to play it over and over on a little plastic record player. I’d do a little dance (not shown). Here is the clip of the song from the Disney movie:
As an adult I have enjoyed the Natalie Merchant version off the album Stay Awake. I can’t believe that even that album is now over 25 years old.
These are some snowdrops that caught my eye as they caught the late afternoon sun earlier today.
After all my moaning and groaning about the way Winter was overstaying its welcome, Spring showed up on our doorstep rather unexpectedly. (Happily, Spring does not need to stay in the guest room, because we usually aren’t prepared for unexpected visitors.) A few days and nights with temps above freezing greatly diminished the snow piles, and on Saturday I saw our first open crocuses.
I may have done a happy dance.
A week earlier, our crocus patch had looked like this:
Little green shoots peeking out tentatively, taking advantage of the snow pile’s recent retreat.
We had some minor setbacks, with Winter trying to muscle back in with a sleet storm on Monday. The crocuses closed up tight.
Is it just me, or do these crocuses look rather irritated?
I’m happy to say that yesterday, Spring came back, and the crocuses and I enjoyed the warm, bright sun.
Today, the temperature even reached as high as 60 degrees! (Only the most stubborn of the snow piles remain, hiding out in the shadows.)
The crocuses and I agreed that today felt like Spring has settled in.