There are
steel gray clouds low in the sky and the rain hasn’t let up all morning. A
typical spring day in Oregon is rain for half the day, then the sun comes out
for a short time and the rain will surely follow.
As a Oregonian
you learn to do your spring clean during the showers and chase the sun in order
to mow your lawn. Of course with all this rain the grass has grown six inches
since we mowed it last weekend.
When the
weather warms up this weekend you can bet we will be outside mowing the jungle
we once called a lawn and soaking up all the sun we can get. Our raised bed garden has been taken over by
weeds. We are going to have to pull all
the weeds and put new potting soil in their place. I hope we don’t run into our resident garden
snake again this year. Our dogs love
hunting for snakes and catch one each year.
The above picture was actually taken last year on the Oregon coast.
Are you looking for a good spring read? a May Day anthology has four great stores. Below is an excerpt from Love in Bloom by Rosemary Indra.
Excerpt from
Love in Bloom.
A gentle
spring breeze kissed Shelia Roberts cheek the moment she stepped out her front
door. She hurried across her concrete driveway to the stepping-stones which
lead to her neighbor’s porch.
Shelia
inhaled the fragrance of the bouquet she held and smiled. The May Day basket
reminded her of her school days. Every May First she walked to their neighbor’s
to deliver her flowers. The Harrison family had lived next to the Roberts’
since the homes were built in this subdivision, now an older section of Forest
Ridge.
There were
times her mom accused Shelia of spending more time at the Harrison house than
her own home. She’d treasured the time she had spent with her best friend.
Derek Harrison. While growing up they were inseparable playing baseball or hiking
in the field behind their homes.
Shelia shook
her head to dissolve the playful memories which raced through her mind. She
felt giddy and quickened her step. After placing the roses on the front step
she rang the doorbell.
In previous
years she was able to race back to her own porch before Martha opened her door.
She turned and started down the steps. Hearing the door open, Shelia knew she
was caught. For the first time, Martha was faster than her. The older woman
must have been waiting at the door. Conceding defeat, Shelia threw up her
hands, “You beat me.” She turned to see the woman she called her second mom.
Only Martha
wasn’t standing in the doorway. The sparkle in the familiar blue eyes was the
same as her childhood friend but the face which studied her was that of a man’s
not the boy she remembered. Shelia swallowed quickly at the sight of him.
“Derek,” her voice a breathless whisper.
Available at:
www.rosemaryindra.com
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