Showing posts with label patience. Show all posts
Showing posts with label patience. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 04, 2023

While I wait

The weather is ... well, typical Vancouver Island spring weather; sunshine, snow, rain, freezing wind, fog, sun warm on your back; all in quick succession, changing from moment to moment.

But the spring flowers just keep on trucking. Daffodils bloom under my kitchen window, crocuses and hyacinths and Johnny-jump-ups beside the carport, forsythia over the lawn and up and down the street. And I saw a bee foraging among the plum blossoms.

Crocuses and hyacinths. And the first leaves of the next wave: bluebells.

Forsythia against a briefly blue sky.

Zeroing in on a pair of crocuses. Love that purple!

At the edge of the woods, red-flowering currant is coming right along.

The first salmonberry flowers should be opening in a week or so. Waiting is hard.

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Si hay una palabra que define el clima de la isla, sería "cambiadizo". Especialmente durante la primavera. De un momento a otro nos ofrece sol, lluvia, nieve, vientos helados, neblina, el calor del sol en nuestras espaldas, más nieve, más lluvia, ...

Pero las flores de la temporada siguen como si nada. Bajo la ventana de mi cocina, florecen los narcisos; al lado de la cochera, los jacintos, las pensamientos, los crocus. Arriba, la forsitia se extiende hacia el cielo. Y vi una abeja buscando polen en las flores del ciruelo.

Fotos:

  1. Jacintos y crocus, y las primeras hojas de las campanillas.
  2. Forsitia.
  3. Unos crocus blancos con violeta oscuro. Me encanta este color.
  4. Al borde del bosque, las primeras hojas de Ribes sanguineum toman el sol.
Las primeras flores de salmonberry, Rubus spectabilis deben abrirse en una semana, más o menos. Me cuesta trabajo esperar.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Cruisin' down the Fraser

I've been working late, rushing to catch up after the delays last week. I need to remember ...




on Sunday afternoon, at New Westminster Quay, watching a boat named, "No Hurry".


And here she is, against the light downriver, with the sunshine making everything glittery and sharp-edged.




No hurry. What gets done, gets done. What doesn't, will get done tomorrow.


I'm off to bed.

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