Spring is over. The pecan leaves have unfurled and the whole world beneath them is thick with shade. The dogs pulling people and women pushing strollers have begun to cross over to walk on our side of the street. There is no side-walk on this side but most people around here will trade safety for even a moment of escape from the sun.
Yesterday I saw a fully grown firefly resting on a leaf and last night witnessed the first flashes. These boys like to fly perpendicular aiming their love beams toward the ground. They float around in slow passes and as Edward Abbey says they do seem like small town boys drifting aimlessly up and down Main Street, looking for trouble.
The confederate jasmine is in full bloom. The vines are mature now — like waterfalls on the walls. The fragrance splashes everywhere and even sneaks in through the windows at night.
The mulberries keep getting heavier and juicier — dark beacons for birds and wandering children. They somehow lured even my husband out of the house. I saw purple stains on his fingers and a big smile on his face.
I’ve ‘let’ that mulberry get overgrown. The weight of the fruit causes the branches to droop into a kind of leafy tunnel and irresistible passageway. Do you have any spirit left in you or will you be a greyface and walk past instead of through? The situation has left me feeling a bit like a witch with a healthier version of a gingerbread house. But. The mulberries have never tasted better; this year they have truly come of age. Try them …
A few years ago the birds planted a vineyard along a fence. This year it looks like the vines will finally flower. Fingers crossed. Maybe we will see the first grapes this year.
Of course I am never the first to discover things. A couple of caterpillars also noticed the vine is maturing. I think this little guy is an eight spotted forester moth caterpillar. If the birds are ok with him nibbling a bit of their vine I am too.
Speaking of nibbling. I just said goodbye to my dad who came for a visit. We did a ton of the touristy stuff but the best times were evenings spent on the patio sharing good healthy food and lingering afterwards with conversation. We didn’t say anything wise or even really memorable. It was just time together as family. That’s my idea of the good life — feeling safe under leaves enjoying the magic and bounty of this world: stars, flowers, food and good people.
And though I am late I wish for everyone a Happy Earth Day — one that lasts all year long.