I submitted the last of my Spring semester grades on Monday but have spent the rest of the week in various faculty meetings and workshops: a flurry of academic obligations before everyone’s thoughts turn to summer. Every year, I feel like spring secretly slips into summer while I have my nose buried in a pile of student papers: one minute, the trees are bare; the next, they’ve leafed into green.
I think of peonies as summer flowers: the one in our backyard waits until June to bloom. But the peonies at Mount Auburn Cemetery are already blooming while the late-leafing oaks ease into green. For the past few weeks, our backyard trees have been alive with warbler songs, a morning medley that goes twitter, buzz, and sneeze. At Mount Auburn this afternoon, a half dozen tom turkeys puffed and strutted for a lone female, and a placid red-tailed hawk preened in a tree, politely ignoring the inquisitive human below.
May 20, 2016 at 11:17 am
It’s a wonderful time, this bridge between spring and summer! The peonies in my neighbor’s yard have not only bloomed but already faded. It’s amazing how quickly it all passes.
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May 23, 2016 at 6:44 am
Great to see you Saturday, Madame. This is a lovely opening to my own feelings about spring.
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May 23, 2016 at 7:24 am
i remember walking around the mt. auburn cemetry in autumn all those years ago, if you hadn’t mentioned it, i would never have thought of it again !
lol some of us are peonies, others are autumn leaves ! : o)
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