The GoldenTime of Spring

The forsythia in the header are outside my bedroom window and the nameless shrub besides it, (not in this picture) has beautiful furled green buds that will be leaves the minute the gray clouds lift and the sun returns. The picture here is of the evergreens an the big, leafless oak that is my view from here at the work desk -- it is an eastward view but certain evenings the setting sun sends a magnificent reflection of red and mauve into the eastern sky. I am always amazed to watch a sunset while looking in the opposite direction.

But as for "golden time" -- yes, even in the gray days as we've been having, I enjoy drives along Rte. 6A, the old deer trail/Indian path/stagecoach track along the northern side of Cape Cod, still two lane. There are a few commercial areas, a lot of white churches (at least three set on hills to look down in a paternal way at the surrounding homes.  The trees along 6A are as big as they get on Cape Cod, being as old as they get -- they don't get all that tall, since we have sandy, not very nutritious soil, but they get old and venerable and some are so close beside 6A that I have the illusion when driving along at night or on a rainy afternoon that they could step out  right in front of me, especially on the many curves on this road on which virtually no passing areas exist. 

I love to drive it anyway. Right now every home, however old or new, however big or small (and it is a wonderful, deeply satisfying mix of all those sorts) seems to have their forysthia, singly or in hedges or sprawling untrimmed shrubs. Most homes have clumps or rows of daffodils and narcissus, too.  A couple of days ago some of the flowering fruit trees had turned white, the few magnolias are opening.  Such a beautiful time of year even when there's rain spitting at me (and a minute's worth of hail the other day).  Lawns are greening and homeowners are raking, digging, trimming.  The gardeners were in my yard the last couple of days and did a good job.  Now where IS the sun?