Wednesday, February 27, 2013

I am helped to be glad of Spring.

 
Normally it takes 15 miles and a half-hour to get back from the dentist, but today I added considerably to the length of the trip what with all the U-flipping I did along the country roads, trying to find a place where I could safely pull over and park, near a good view of the mustard fields.

Mustard is ubiquitous right now, I kept telling myself, so why bother? You should be home pruning your own roses. Acacia trees are also appearing like so many suns along every block and mile, but I like the mustard better, especially when it crowds in among the rows of black and twisty grapevines.





Before I'd started home from Dentist Town I walked around being nostalgic. In times past our family would on Sundays drive down the highway to church, through a valley that in springtime was scattered with old trees in pink or white blooms. We made a game of counting those trees - especially the white ones.




When Mr. Glad and I moved to this area 40 years ago I learned what a quince was, and after that, about this time of year the coral-colored bushes always came out and introduced themselves again, dressed exactly like this one that I found today. And look! Even the bee was with me in my blossom reverie. He is just left of center intent on his business.












Rosemary was in flower (photo near top), and in another shape climbed up the wall alongside juniper. I found an old white tree with Miner's Lettuce at his foot, looking very like the ones we used to tally up as treasures. The hope that my photos of trees and shrubs might be o.k. comforted me when all the mustard views seemed flat and distant.

But it turned out I had a couple of pictures on the camera worthy of snipping and cropping to show you my loves. Until I saw them in two dimensions on my monitor, I hadn't lifted my eyes to the hills at all, being so obsessed with the lower stretches of terrain. Now I can glean a little comfort from my pictures on another level.

Privet Berries




It's been a dry winter since Christmas, and as a farmer's daughter I find it a challenge to respond wholeheartedly to the greetings I hear daily now, along the lines of "Isn't it nice to have this beautiful weather?" and "Don't you just love that Spring is finally here?!" It feels a little scary to leave what is usually our rainiest season behind without getting soaked.

But just because I'm writing on the topic, I did some research and found an encouraging map that gives me some good news: Some of California's reservoirs are fuller than average right now; a third of them are full to 80% or more of their capacity. Another chart, though, shows that the water content of the Sierra snow is low. Not the lowest ever, but....

Things have always been iffy this way for mankind, since The Flood. Sometimes enough water, sometimes flooding, sometimes drought. At least this year the trees and fields are drawing enough moisture from the soil that they can make flowers. The hills are green now...perhaps we'll even get rain in March and they won't turn gold and parched too early. I will thank the Good Lord that by His mercy and faithfulness Spring has come again.

7 comments:

elizabeth said...

So nice that it is spring there....

Jeannette said...

Sweet...and I read it in my return from the dentist!

debbie bailey said...

The last photo is my favorite. What a beautiful farm!

Maria said...

Nothing flowering here yet, but lots of rain. The cool damp air is like a promise of spring, and it makes me so happy to think I can be out in the garden soon.

wayside wanderer said...

Beautiful! Everything that grows where you are is so different from Texas. What does a mustard field smell like, I wonder? We have had a drought, too, but we have had a bit of rain this winter and even a light snow or two. Spring is a miracle!

Sara said...

Lovely photos. I had forgotten hills and fields covered with mustard! Used to see a lot of that even down here in SoCal when I was younger and there was less city everywhere.

March seems to be coming in like a lamb, at least here in the south, so perhaps it will go out like a lion and bring more rain to us all, if we can believe that little adage.

Thistle Cove Farm said...

Lovely photos and so glad you're seeing spring. it's weeks away here.