I love springtime in Oregon! Da winter is mostly gray. Gray clouds. Gray sky. Monochrome wintah. No get me wrong. I like it. I like da cold, cozy days wit a fire in da woodstove. I love snuggling undah my electric blankie. I love hot cocoa in da aftahnoon topped wit
one two homemade marshmallows. Anything is more bettah den 100 degrees, which can happen during da summah.Just about da time dat da tiniest thought of, “Okay, enuf gray for now” hits my brain, I notice da springtime bulbs begining to push their way chru da soil. Da buds on our flowering plum trees dat line our driveway begin to get plump, and da robins begin serenading me early in da kakahiaka.
Soon, da tiniest bit of green begins to show across da valley, and in da decidious trees in da woods around me. Da tree frogs (much quieter den da coqui ones!) begin singing at night, and da earth begins to come alive.
Within a couple of weeks, it seems like color is everywhere! Daffodils, da driveway trees, primroses and my beloved daphne. If you nevah wen smell one daphne, u wen miss out on one of da greatest fragrances in da world. I love driving up an down our driveway, seeing all da nani blossoms on da plum trees.
I miss all da tropical trees an flowers. But after months of gray days witout much break, an Oregon spring fills my world wit color dat is hard to beat.