These are the weird and wild days. "Global warming?" the skeptics decry, "WTF?" This spring has been extensive in days that are very cool---temperature wise. I am not complaining. I understand that this is an example of global warming, folks. Usually our springs last a week or two and then we are into hot and humid summer where birds and frogs can barely breath the thick air, much less sing or croak.
The forest has become a jungle with trees growing inches each day and letting their heavy branches drape like green shawls almost to the ground. Even the volunteer jack-in-the-pulpit which grows beneath the blackberry bushes has out grown them by inches already! And it has "pupped."
This year I could be standing on some planescape in a more Northern clime watching gauzy mist and ethereal clouds rolling in across gray green planes of wet vegetation. I feel like that wanderlust lass in a romance novel waiting for her lover's ship to come in. Then as the fog or mist lifts, ever so rarely, there are jewels of flowers with over-washed faces and limp hair-dos wondering what happened to the sun.
It seems unfair that such rain makes everything so rich in growth and yet so beaten down with water. I am not complaining, because I do not look forward to hot and humid. But being of the Mediterranean gene pool, I do like to see the sun once in a while!